If I were to write a friendship poem
filled with joy, love
my deep appreciation
And hide it in the pocket of your shirt
or prop it up on the table
where you eat your breakfast
What a little thing
that would be
Yet shift happens
Like a butterfly’s fluttering wing
that one small act moves mountains
eventually or sooner
As you come to know a little more
how very much you are loved
Hallowed eyes
grasp me in their grip
telling stories of an old
crisp and dusty nature
Awakening feelings
stale in flesh
and bright in Spirit
Keep me ever in that gaze
Let the shackles slip away
crusted build up soften
And new day dawn
around me
within me…
Sometimes, he has too much fun
Dancing and cracking up
Mugging it up for some non-existent camera
The joy bubbling through
in an almost frantic pace
On those high-stepping days
of Laurel and Hardy moves
and free-flowing morning scat
I appreciate his sense of humor
and the way he occupies
his body in the present moment
Balanced on the brink
of Epiphany
Filled with a knowing
that All is well
There arises a tapestry
a cacophony of voices
Urging and cheering
badgering and jeering
actions conflicting
It’s almost as if they are all right
For any movement, in faith
will spark a light
Imagine a place beyond, if you will
Beyond skewed perceptions
beyond all judgments of you and me
There, in that glade with softened light
where dappled and delightful dwell
I’ve found moments of serenity
Bubbling creek of understanding running by
The sweet smell of harmony filling my senses
And ever present, the sounds
and caress of peace
softening my knowing with Love
I am grateful for my toes
As they wiggle to and fro
And help me keep my balance
As I walk my path in life
Sometimes I just move tippy-toe
Rooting with each light step
Aware of the living connection
Held onto the earth in toe’s grip
Other times I treat my toes
To a walk in the grass or mud
Giving thanks to them
For helping make life so good
