Shining through

As the light from the sun turns the seas to silver, 

So the light that lives in the heart of our souls 

Makes precious metal of all it touches 

When we let it shine through us.

Vulnerability

Standing, exposed, in winter, bereft of leaves, 

Her branches bare and reaching for the sun, 

The tree is still magnificent, 

Her strength and beauty shining through; 

Her quirky bends appealing... 

Could we but be so brave, and let 

Our inner strength and quirkiness be seen, 

Our own magnificence might be revealed.

Can’t catch a break

Whenever I find myself claiming 

I just can’t catch a break, 

I try to step back and wonder 

If I’m just fishing in the wrong stream... 

Perhaps there’s someplace more conducive 

 To my particular skills...

Nature’s wisdom

Nature’s wisdom finds its echo 

In the wisdom of our hearts, 

If only we make time to look and listen...

Savoring the simple

As we slowly make our way 

Back into the world again, let us make time 

To savor all the simple joys 

We might never have noticed 

 Before our year of enforced solitude...

Colored by experience

What is it that you see? Perhaps a wallflower, 

Standing alone at the edge of the dance, 

Trapped between action and inaction 

By a sense of powerlessness or fear 

Waiting for someone else 

To come along and set her free... 

Or could it be a mother, taking 

A much-deserved, long-needed nap, 

Hoping not to be discovered 

 Until she’s had her rest? 

Perception: always colored by experience...

After the storm

Storms — whether emotional or physical — 

Tend to leave a lot of brokenness exposed. 

Cleaning up the mess that’s left behind 

Can prove exhausting, but it’s essential 

If we hope to find our way back to clarity.