Momma Bird
Momma bird sits
the eye of peace upon me
a pile of sticks and feathers
beneath her
gentle sky peeking
through the greenage above
A gift of love
a piece of peace
laid out before me
Change
Temporary
illusive
the only constant change
yet still
we try to grab on
make it last
make it stay
record it for posterity
Only love endures
only one is ever
always
Now
Beacon of Truth
Abstract
in several worlds
with only a face
to portray
seven dimensional being
and still
at the point
of convergence
The heart
powered by love
shines
a beacon of truth
perceived or not
believed or not
throughout all
One
Flourish
Love is like geraniums —
a profusion of beauty,
color and distinct perfume
yet rather common in it’s willingness
to flourish most
anywhere
Tokens for Peace
In gratitude,
we will
know deep peace…
At the well
of understanding
near the wall
of prejudice
There sat an ancient woman
her cupped hand outstretched
“Lay your tokens here, ” she said,
“of fear and anger and pride.
You may drink deeply then,
once you’ve laid them aside.”
