The bones remember
ancestors habit and pattern
proclivity and appetence
The heart recalls
yesterday’s yearning
while beckoned today
divine challenge
The mind turns and weaves
in silent interpretation
ever appraising the moment
now, past, or future
Aligned as one
The hollow log
was home to many
and the breezes blew through
That dead old tree
gives life and sustenance
to the earth on the floor
of the living forest
Bugs and squirrels
burrowing or scurrying
winged or crawly
Friends
Far off in time or space
soften my heart still
With friendship’s grace
without uttering a word
nor treading my step
I can conjure their faces
and love them fully
with no contact ever
I will carry them always
A sentinel of heart’s rejoicing
gratitude rang true
in all of my consciousness
Every ember of life’s passion
flamed bright
in the breezes caused
by fresh thoughts and epiphanies
Riding on the heels
of thankfulness
Blessings abound
