Invites you to laughter so secret even the angels may not get the joke
Sleeps beside you at three a.m.
Stands next to you in the shower
Smiles back at you from the dressing room mirror.
Crowns you with fire so she can find you
Tells you stories of desire
Sings to you when tears fall unbidden
Swims in the creek under the bridge you cross.
Makes mystery with morning coffee
Delivers the mail and all other messages
Creates with abandon
Promises only union.
Sees the scars of every fear lying folded in our skin
Touches the memory of pain dimpled in our bellies
Smooths the asters burned on the surface of our hearts
Lifts every moment all the way to the sun.
Knowing what you know can save your life.
In the midst of a miracle
I never know where to turn
I never know where to look
The soft clear colors as light streams through stained glass
The strong lines of glory rays as the sun pours through clouds
The sparkling points of brightness on the water as waves flow
The stained glass light whispers “be still”
The glory rays whisper “this is the way”
The dancing waters whisper “come and play”
In the midst of a miracle
All I really know
Is that light is always present
And most certainly
The hard choice can be
Allowing the darkest night
Trusting light will come
On my way home tonight
Stuck in traffic
I saw the Arena Theatre
Where twenty years ago
My husband and I saw Peter, Paul, and Mary.
I remember what I wore
A black long-sleeved T-shirt
And a skirt made of fabric from South America.
The night was breezy and we held hands
Like the newly-weds we were.
A happy audience
Bathing in memories of summer camp
And singing around the fire.
You could feel the peace
As we sang along.
This music rang through much of my life.
I miss knowing Mary is with us,
But give thanks for the gift of her life and her joy.
For songs that passed from my parents to me to my child,
Songs that all my friends know by heart.
So tonight’s traffic jam
Even in exhaustion
Offered the surprise of happiness
Seeing the Arena Theatre
Remembering Peter, Paul, and Mary.
I took this last night, in a parking lot, after eating in a restaurant, walking to the car. Just a moment when this tender pink bloom caught my eye. A moment to give thanks on a Sunday evening for the fleeting beauty as our seasons shift…after a winter full of brutal weather over almost the whole country.
May we know apparent Grace in these moments, in the shining eyes of those we love, as we hold our breath in wonder one more time.
It’s not Leap Year
So today is the last day
Three months in a row
Even in Texas.
This last day of February
I give thanks
For the river that thaws
The heart that beats
The breath that knows.
The night is shorter
Day is longer
I wonder at spring
Lying just beyond
May we bless this winter
And look to this spring
To apparent Grace
To fleeting Light
To fragile and tender Wholeness.