When Columbines Cry

columbine tear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When columbines cry

their sorrows,

reduced to silvered pearls,

slide down emerald cheeks,

trace Earth’s veins,

disappear beneath quilted soil

and sleep

until they rise

again.

 

 

 

 

 

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At the Basilica

Euphrasian Basilica, Porec

 

Enter, hearts in need of rest,

Tread where ancient feet have trod,

Feel the Hallow in thy breast,

Find in silence words of God;

Let the sanctuary leach

Peace into thy weary soul,

Solitude, let wisdom teach

How love can make of parts, a whole.

 

The Tailor

Looking up

 

Scurrying,

hurrying,

frantic to-do-worrying,

blind-eyed,

soul-dried,

blinkers block the view.

Slowing,

knowing,

intake of the blowing,

raising,

gazing,

comprehending blue.

Standing,

landing,

soul-to-sky expanding,

seeing,

freeing,

seeking golden dreams.

Stretching,

fetching,

drinking in the etching,

reclining,

aligning,

repairing at the seams.

Birthright

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From dust to dust, she’s crawled for years,

serpentine,

a snake in dead grass;

but now that she’s heard her song

sung over her,

she dares to lift her eyes

and claim sunshine as

her birthright.

Rest in Me

When your way grows weary, and your heart grows sore,

When your spirit gets bashed onto distant shore,

When you know in your soul you can’t walk anymore,

Rest in Me.

When your feet get splintered by the road you tread,

When the tasks on your list fill your mind with dread,

When you can’t escape rounding the merry-go-sped,

Rest in Me.