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. 

Romans 12:10

Honor one another in action, and even deeper in attitude.
Above myself,
above my needs or cares,
above my little thoughts which should obey and be silent.

Where is honor today?
Thrown behind some curtain as if to be tidied later
or collecting dust in a corner
Someday soon no one will know how to use it anymore

Who is honor following?
Maybe it is a contagious affirmation
given freely as I enter the room.
Has honor faded from families and marriages in exchange for bitterness and disrespect?

Be devoted to one another:
Remove the space between your hearts to know their needs.
Let the color be transparent and honest
In the midst of what I don't understand.

How to find a home for these virtues?
This day let honor and devotion grow together in good soil.
A tree above myself
reaching for selfless perspective.

What needs focus, needs release into the atmosphere, are these choices.
They are choices today of life or death, of sun or darkness
coming from the heart alone.

6*2*2013