Space 

I was glass and I shattered

I was wood and I splintered

Memories stretch across oceans, yet like a dream fade at dawn

Photographs whisper of the real
While unspoken words echo like yesterdays rain

The storm swirls around the trees in the meadow
And through the ordinary city streets where a piece of my heart was left

As the wind erases time from my hand

Who asked permission for my heart to wake up

Honor came face to face with me
Where what I take for granted was strung from star to star

November 2018, two lines borrowed from a previous poem I wrote. 

Quest

I've searched the city for you
I listen to each minute's echo
Between the winding familiar streets

I've searched the horizon for you
The waves speak to me in whispers
But your voice escapes

I've searched my heart for you
For a memory, a phrase, a song
Surely the heart remembers best

Patterns within the Hurricane

While the storm rages on the inside
Crossing the battle line of self, of failure, of fear
Peace floats with the current
In the eye of the storm:
It is a basketful of questions carrying a flurry of striving downstream
After understanding surrenders,
A reluctant giving up

Peace speaks be still inside the circumstance
And it echoes like a heartbeat
When the wind stops its tantrum
When fear lets go of patching the mistakes

A presence of peace
Contagious with rest, sweet rest,
Erasing the lost time, the words left unsaid.
Peace desires to come into each day:
So evasive, yet ever present,
So rare, yet circumstance often overwhelms it.
Slow to speak, slow to leave the stillness,
Where love fills up the thirsty places anew.






Mark 4:39