A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

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Inner Habitation

Quiet (but not silent) 

Ongoing discussion (questioning)

Inquisitive (but not demanding)

Listening
Receiving
Responding 

Flesh of human heart,
beating with humanity’s rhythm,
exposed in open air.

Chasing Bubbles in the Wind

Illusive thoughts dance upon the breeze
Like translucent globes glistening in the sun
Wafting high and dipping low, always out of reach
As children chasing bubbles on a sunny summer day
We run with arms out stretched seeking to catch them in our grasp
They leap and tumble, swoop and fly, caught in the winds of emotion
Hands outstretched we reach and catch, these shimmering orbs– of inspiration

Published in: on June 23, 2009 at 2:53 pm  Leave a Comment  
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