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Friday, October 21, 2011

Some Days

Some days
it hurts to wake up
and handle
the wolves
the storms

Those we have chosen
to take care of
the innocent
that need our voice

But jump in
we must
the rolling
the pitching
the tossing

We seek
a lifeline
a piece of wood
a hand

Slowly it immerges
the kind word
the song
the phone call

out of the water

Still the storm rages
no resolution
but an umbrella

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Too Much Not Enough Something

They say
you're the round peg
In the square hole
Too smart
for your own good
Too dumb
to know better
Too poor
to rule
Too rich
for assistance
Too high
to focus
Too low
for hope
Too large
to pose
Too small
to be recognized
Too old
Too young
Too much
not enough
But Love says
you are perfect
as I made you
your birthright
awaits you
Everything they tell you
is wrong with you
is actually
what is right with you
Everything you tell you
is wrong with you
is actually
what is right with you
You are
perfectly imperfect
Believe it
Breathe it
Be love now

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Love, Unchanging

Love knows itself
as you
as me
as the perception
the ability
to know
myself defines
my love
for you

I change
I grow
Love, unchanging
grows in me
flows through me
extends to you
more pure
more tolerant
more unconditional

I love myself
for all I am
I am love, unchanging

Tuesday, October 4, 2011



I am alone
I am cold
I am waiting

I hear the rain
I hear the wind
I am the sea

You are alone
You are cold
You are waiting

You are the rain
You are the wind
You stir the sea

We are together
We are warm
We are not waiting

We are the rain
We are the wind
We are the sea

And the sand on the shore
Is scattered once more
But the number of grains
Stays the same