Let Go

I had some good poems
They were written in my head
I awoke in the morning
Only to find the poems were quite dead.
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I frowned down upon them
And sadly shook my head,
You naughty little things
How could you show up so very dead?
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They still wouldn’t budge, not even a bit
Crying, sighing, they still remained dead
So I stopped what I was doing
And to the light I lifted my head.
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“Forgive me great universe
These ones wound up being dead”
I prayed over and over again
A chant forming in my head.

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And then I let them go
Farewell poems leaving space inside my head
Searching for those new kind words
Having finally let go of you, dear departed dead.

Until Peace

Until Peace washes over us

We will continue to suffer

And cry for something more

Not knowing which way to go

Until Peace.

Until Peace engulfs us

And reigns from land to land

We will mourn the loss of loved ones

Crying out and wondering why

Until Peace.

Until Peace soothes our souls

There will be war, hate, and fear

Destruction of beauty, loss of life

Deception and corruption abound.

Until Peace.

Until Peace begins with me

And you, each person striving

To be and bring love into this world

We will need to trust and believe, all is well.

Until Peace.

 

A circle

We formed a circle

Sitting around a center filled with love

And reminders: hearts, candles, light.

We listened

And we shared

We cried

And reached for rumbled tissues.

We sat in that circle and we realized

How completely broken and shattered we are

And how completely whole and loved we are.

In that circle, we were both and all.

Emotions came tumbling out of us

Unlocked by a greater presence.

So now we fly apart and away from the center

We continue on this healing journey

Grieving and healing, laughing and crying.

Answering the call toward love

That grew from moments in the circle.

Loss

When the loss is so great

And your heart feels beyond heavy

Saturated with grief and pain

Don’t run and hide in the fear

Rather open up completely

Let the grief swallow you whole

Let the pain tear you apart, bit by bit

Remolding your core of being

For when you open up to

The free falling dark abyss of grief

You will walk through that dark, fire-y, painful night

You will stumble and fall

You will ache and hurt

You will shudder and cry out

And you will carry on, forward marching

And emerge anew

On another side of this universe

Filled with peace, ease, love, and light.

So go now, and take all of your braveness

All of your love that you once knew for this precious lost soul

And allow it to propel you forward

Taking the hand of those who are likewise suffering

Together, you can scream through that dark abyss

Shed rivers of tears on the burning path

Rake your soul over the flames of death

And at last come to calm those fires

With your own healing river of tears

Be brave dear souls

And walk into that promise

Of a light filled peace

Emerging beyond the abyss.

 

Hush Now

Hush now

Watch a river flowing by

Guided by winds and tides

You reflect what meets the eye.

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Quiet now

Stand strong as the tallest tree

Take up your space when needed

And do it comfortably.

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Smile now

Watch the eagle fly overhead

Soar higher and higher

Rise above the flow of bloodshed.

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Tears now

Seeing children laugh and play

Let go of fears of tomorrow

And be filled with grace today.

Of peace, war, fear, terror, and love

When I was a small child

and the bombs were flying and falling and bursting

I was not afraid.

That was, afterall, so far away

Also, my uncle was there

Dropping supplies from planes in Vietnam

And taking care of the world.

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I grew up and was not afraid of the state of the world

I was too self involved

Until in high school, as we studied history, I began to see the reality of man.  I watched The Day After on TV, along with 100 million other people. Now I was afraid, for years to come I was terrified of nuclear war, and I would read about the what-if’s and the certain devastation. When the wall fell, well, those thoughts seemed to fall away a bit with that wall, torn apart by human hands. *After I graduated college,A certain President began the first middle east war, that I saw live on TV I would get drunk and high and try to understand itUntil I wrapped myself up in a ball of anxiety and fear”I will never bring children into a hate filled world”, where money and oil and consumerism fill our sad lives. He agreed with me. *And things escalate again some years later, they continue on, the things man does to manOklahoma bombings, 9-11, Iraq, AfghanistanSomewhere though along the way, I did want children, he did want childrenA family, to move toward peace, to share moments of joy, to create a new world. Children, the hope for a different future…. we can do this. *I shelter you now, your young brains, You know just a bit about the bombings, the killings, the shootingsYou hear on the radio and sometimes you see me cryBut you don’t watch, you never watch, you don’t see those imagesI take you to yoga, and pray for peace, and hold you tightly each nightOur own peaceful universe, one moment to the next. *I try not to worry, worry about you and the futureWorry about the world I will leave behind someday, for you to somehow manageI teach you about peace, and ease; I say these  words, spread that love, joy, friendship each dayWe are all just one familyAnd my faith in your prevails, to bring forth the peace and light into the world. There is no more choice to be afraid.

 

The Fall

Glorious colors call around

I am entranced as I move through the forest

Small crab-apples crunch under foot

Leaves of orange, yellow, and red abound.

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A breath, a second, a moment

And I am face down

Seemingly tripping over nothing

I lay sprawled on the soft mud and moss.

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It could have been a rock or a root

That rose up from the earth

To meet my face

Instead my fall is broken softly.

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I continue on

More cautious, still observing

As some leaves come sailing down

Gloriously dressed for their final descent.

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They captured the sunlight

God’s beauty blazing through them

And now they shall soon rest

After the wind ceases to blow them here and there.

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I too am like these leaves

Maybe now is the fall of my life

A time to blaze with God’s glory

And someday make the gentle descent.