Friday, January 21, 2022

Promise of dawn


Even as the dark is pulling at us 
With its angry tentacles 
The light interrupts, 
Calling to us in a blaze of color, 
Promising us that we will find 
 A way through to belonging.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Beauty exposed


Those times when, like a tree in winter, 
We feel all naked and exposed, 
 Knowing that everyone can see 
How confused we are; how frantic 
Our attempts to make some sense, 
To find some purpose for ourselves… 
Why do we assume there is no beauty in that?

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Like the silver seas


Just as it takes a mix of clouds and light 
To turn the seas to silver, 
It’s the mix of our life experiences — 
Dark and light — that burnishes our souls, 
Rubbing up against us until we shine…

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Dark edges


Life does, inevitably, have its dark edges; 
Those moments when we find ourselves 
 Standing in a place 
We were never meant to stand, 
Feeling emotions we never hoped to feel, 
Knowing things we never wanted to know — 
And yet, the clouds still drift before the wind, 
The sun, and moon, and tides still rise and fall, 
As if to say, this, too, shall pass, 
And what is now will someday be a memory…

Monday, January 17, 2022

What isolation teaches


What if we all agree that this is simply 
A dark corridor, that everyone must walk 
In single file, sampling isolation, 
In order that we might find ourselves 
 Back in the light, and appreciating 
 The blessings of community?

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Rationalizing the irrational


As the cracks in our society deepen,
 I keep wondering: What is this urge we see, 
 This burning urge to destroy, to enact revenge 
On all that we hold dear, all that supports us? 
Why so much rage? Where does it come from? 
And why do we insist on justifying 
And rationalizing the irrational? 
Why does our hunger for connection 
 Drive us to demolish what connects us?

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Echoes of the magnificence within


Think of that surge of joy we feel,
 Upon seeing the magnificence 
 Of which the sky is capable, 
As a sort of call and response: 
An echo and reminder 
 Of the magnificent possibilities within us, 
Waiting to bloom forth and be seen.