Friday, June 17, 2016

the crosshairs of despair

 



bowing our heads
in grief

tragedy
shocking to the core
knowing

it could be us

unthinkable horror
lives shattered

unfolding in story
before our eyes

and so many

ordinary people
just like us

now

facing a different
tomorrow

a beautiful girl
singing
young friends
celebrating
a family of four
vacationing

dreams distorted
and a nation reeling
all because
unseen evil lurking
beneath the surface

and so how

to find that silver lining

when the headlines blare
like an angry bullhorn

and too often
we also
in the crosshairs
though unwittingly

this time
of despair

fear squeezing
and rocking our world
with the

what ifs

and we are shaken to the core

because

no law
can prevent
evil

and no person
can live
without the threat
of loss
in this life

but in the aftermath
of so much grief
and sorrow and pain
new stories

heroes

the rare gift
of suddenly
being somewhere
where you are needed
and
showing up

indefatigable
and
relentless

creating a new narrative
stories that warm the heart
being told over and over
through tears and heartache

because

love

always the silver lining
in this life
often difficult
often tragic

through
ordinary people

just like us
 





Sunday, May 15, 2016

still




i was so young
and so were you
making promises
at the end of an aisle
the room full of smiles
stain glass patterns 
dancing

but all i could see
was you

saying 

I do

with a ring 
and a prayer
and a kiss
starting it all

this story together

and still i am giddy

when i look at you

and today

so many years later

our aisle a sidewalk
and our chapel
a canopy of trees
sun drenched
with shadows
on the pavement
dancing

because our table awaits
with a view
from a window
candles and champagne

for two kids in love

and still i am giddy






Friday, May 13, 2016

even in the rain



the view
early
from my window
high in the attic room
filled with books
and journals and paint
paper and photos
wildly clamoring
for attention

but just pausing
life on hold
for a moment

to take it all in
the being mindful
they say

because
anything new

as well as welcoming
to a soul in love
with change

also

raw and challenging

and though trees filling
and grass greening
blossoms flourishing
a new page being colored in

even so

wondering why

the sun
not quite warm yet
and the silver light
of a season past
lingering
streets glistening
endless rain

and in watching it all unfold
this season new

like a story book
with pop-up pictures

enthralled
to turn the page
to see

this story

this pop-up book
coming alive
and the pictures
big, bold, and beautiful

even the rain
even the chilly

laughing
so good it is
to see
that it is all beautiful

all the pages

all the seasons

even the uncertainty

of life

because story

is how we live
and how we find joy
in a page still
unwritten

big, bold and beautiful

even in the rain