The Shelter of Shine
Happy New Year
I resolve standing in the
center of the Shelter
Of Shine that there shall be
a revolution in this
new day. I see in the waves
of wheat and ripples
of sea, in the clouds
skittering above and in the
earth beneath my feet the
review of all that has
gone before and turn my face
dedicated to the
light – recite that recent ways are not the way -
that despair, desolation
and tears falling as
thrumming drumming dismal
downpours are not
the design. With a lightening
heart I cast off
each moldered strip of gravitus
each flickered beheaded bloodied individual
each scar and scourge upon Mother Earth in all her forms
strip these horrors one by
one and see beyond
and know that even the flattest grimmest
gray shall never ultimately win –
for
there is
no contest nor competition nor conflict
There is only what is – and what is holds and heals,
repairs the slightest fray in
the fabric of the grand
shimmering tapestry.
for all is meant to renew
Here on this new morn in a fresh born year
it is revealed that all
that beckons the darkness
is but a fairytale – a
whirl of whispery words
I resolve standing in the regifted
Shelter of Shine that there is a
revolution of
positivity and hope soaring beyond the curtained sky
In this New day I shall fear no more the
intemperate pull
of purloined panic – stolen from
my childish terrored fears –
for there in the waves of
wheat and the ripples of
sea in the clouds skittering
above, and in the very
earth beneath my feet – in
the darkest unstarred
night and beneath the
skudding skies of cast-over
day there is always–
bright as
an infant's newly gleeful gummy grin-
trickling under closed doors and through cracks
in darkened corridors of place and mind
there is
always light.
Safe,
in the radiance that pours about us all and gathers its beams
into a
smile of benevolent certitude –
I here and now with a strong
arm and calming heart
throw fear personal, and collective, into the vanishing
wind
and stand
bearing witness
filled with hope and
possibility, kindness and awe of
All connected into One –
Centered in the glimmer and sparkle
in the crystal clear air of the future
of this bright new day beginning
I Breathe
Again
Happy Healthy New Year filled with Peace, Love and Light
mahagony gleaming
under the store dust
She could see it opened
to full length –bulging
three board leaves full
with food and china
They carried it home
and shined it up and
for a time it was five
Three children and the
two of them at the table
Until one by one they
grew inspired supported
wings and flew and she
foolishly smiled –during
“Nesting time” – waiting
patiently through their
tears and cheers, their
would-be forever loves
and careers spun like
cotton candy – waiting
for their inevitable return
She could see the full table
Yards of linen – endless
china passed laughingly
from hand to hand –
She could wait
And did –
The table sitting with a
single leaf opening wide
in the center of the long
room – holidays fell one
into the other fragrant
dishes served for most
often three – and then
Finally, it began – they
Married and procreated
She ran to airports and
down hallways to meet
the small newcomers
For they were far away
Yet, still back at table she
knew they would return
But, the wind under wings
carried them far – Still she
cooked for twenty though
there were only two or three
or one year or two four – and
in a flash of tumbled time
it was thirty years before
it struck her – hard – obvious
they never would return –
Some fairytales are for children
others whispered to and by adults
The difference lies
in the happy ending
and a table set for two