Times like these
when the air gets heavy
And even the words are slow
it is good to lean on the ancestors
Let the wisdom and the foibles
siphoned and filtered
through ages of hopes
and dreams and prayers
Rise up through our roots
to nourish our human beingness
Firmly rooted, we have the strength
to be flexible and bend
with the winds of change
to grow closer to the stars
When the grays go on for days
punctuated only with drizzle and splash
and life has taken to cozying up in corners
to ward off the cold
then after a while I take it personally
in my mind
This time of retreat bears
a gift of warmth inside
the tiny seed of expanding hope
in my heart
Lone tree stands
the hope of a forest
the promise of a pinecone
Certainly there is hope
springing eternal
from the well of Spirit
A gift unto itself
awaken the thread of it
tug on it to discover
a weed’s root
ensconced and bed by
the heart of hearts
My heart is full
I thrive… with hope
The candle over the heart
burned for days, on and an,
keeping the hopes alight
extending the prayers
through the long,
dark night
the flame steady
in the stillness
providing stillness
amidst all the days activities
