Spiritual journey

Summoned

Lying flat out on my belly, face down in the sand: vulnerable, defenseless. Suddenly, out of nowhere, like Moses's burning bush, like Jacob’s ladder, the summons comes: terror and hope. Terrible hope. If I am wrong, I am just here in the dirt, more aware of it than ever. But anticipation is trembling like air…Read more Summoned

River Rock

A river rock remembers… morning dream glisten, afternoon sun-dapple drift, violent undertow plunge of night, rapid thrash and shatter, all is lost. A river rock sings of becoming - from jagged sediment to polished hope.

Yearning

Like pungent fields of rich crumbling fertility, naked to the noon day sun, aching to be steadied by clinging roots, we all of us live, move, search. I see these fields of upturned faces, groaning for miles and miles. And all the while the air is pulsing with something more real than hungry bellies, frigid…Read more Yearning

Held

I am battered, a bereft leaf loosed in murky mayhem, kicked up from frenzied heels Of moon and wind. No mooring remains in this, the last corkscrew hour before dawn. I am a burnished shadow, a swirling swan song to inky nihility. Falling. Suddenly! Madness slivered, snagged in the hem of earth’s evergreen garment, quivering…Read more Held