Category Archives: Writing

Good people need help sometimes. Good people can get lost. I know them, I have listened to their stories. Cosavo. I listen and hear their pain. If listening is all I can do, Witnessing their loss and sorrow. Perhaps that is enough. I hope so. For their voices need air, And their stories need hearing,Continue reading “Good people don’t”

I can see it now, So clearly, Your open hand, Drawing me nearer, Beckoning, Inviting. Unconditional love. Remembered. That bond, Mother and son. Drawn together, With no thought of return. You and I, Together. No worries of past or future. Only now. The perfect symbol Of love and forgiveness. Understood without words, Given with noContinue reading “Your hand”

Already gone In futile despair. Already lost The days and nights By your side. The terror of not knowing how or when, You would be stolen from my grasp. From my trembling fingers. Too late now. Ashes all that remain. And ashes all that lie ahead. You, who gave me so much, And nothing IContinue reading “Gone”

There is no future, Nor past. There is only the present moment. It is here we are real. Here we are anchored. What happens later, Is not known, So cannot be forgotten or anticipated. Pummeled, By all that is. Freedom lies in letting go, Of hope, regret. Only now, In all of it’s terror, InContinue reading “The present moment”

What is hell?I feared the flames and torture,As a child hearing our minister sermonize about it.This alternated with the message,Of unlimited love and acceptance,From Jesus, God and the saints.This always confused me.And ultimately I abandoned God,Who I felt had abandoned me.But spirit always called to me.That never stopped.And it must come from somewhere.Whether named orContinue reading “What is hell?”

I think your first word was “No.” Eyes as blue as the Colorado sky, standing with your long blonde hair, fists on your hips. Fierce, and true to yourself, no wind can shake you

Why would I want to bury, Whatever lives within this unique, And beautiful form? Imagine what mysteries might exist, Woven from countless moments, Of love and strength, Of courage and fear? Yes trauma, yes ecstasy, Yes all of it, to create a singular soul, None other than itself. Think of the map that could beContinue reading “Unburying”

There is life beyond this life. There is hope, hidden behind dark clouds. The world where we live, Dies and is born again. If we become still, We feel it’s pulse. A sound in an infinite universe, Existing regardless of ears to hear it. Emitting light, though no eyes may see it. How can weContinue reading “There is life”

You are away. Gone from my sight. My arms reach out, And embrace empty air. My ears strain for the sound of your voice, And there is only silence. I inhale, hoping for the scent of you, But only ashes remain. My fingers strain, For the feel of your soft hair, The smooth skin ofContinue reading “Away”