For Bede
(2014)
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,