Carried Across the Sky

Natural World

  • Rocking Chair

    I am one who likes sit and dream Or hold a child while I read to her. I have supposed only a mother might invent a rocking chair, To meet the need to lull a child to sleep In an… Continue reading

  • While Moving Along

    As I move along in time and space Sometimes I get stuck Or maybe I’m just lingering before circling back To pick up something missed Or undo something done, if that were ever possible. Or to try again and this… Continue reading

  • We Are What We Seek

    Why do we stand outside the temple wondering what prayers will open the gates? We have only to say, “Please, open.” And what is inside will be revealed. No need to travel to Rome, Or visit a hundred churches. The… Continue reading

  • Border Crossings

    As you go about your work Look around you. Here, the trees are flames. The sky filled with the sound of geese. Stirrings of autumn. All this beauty. But you can stop anywhere, Attentive One day you might find yourself… Continue reading

  • New Day

    Do you know what is happening right now? Oh, it is too much really for words. In the west, the full moon, setting, still peeks through the trees of the forest. I thought my Love was going away to rest.… Continue reading

  • No One Told Us

    We are millionaires whose bank accounts have been done in by our own inflation, out on the street, our life confiscated by the imperial status quo. We learned early that rocks were inert and no harm done in kicking them… Continue reading

  • Sacred Geography

    We are not trodding out along some horizontal plain, searching for an abandoned house to die in, alone. Ladders are everywhere angels ascending and descending A sacred geography, the cross with a heart at the center. Why do we keep… Continue reading

  • Oh Dear small self

    Oh dear small self, My kicking and screaming child, I am jumping into the ocean A world where illusion dissolves. When I emerge the mist on the mirror will be toweled away. I will do this a hundred times Embracing… Continue reading

  • Energetic Fields

    You cannot jump out a window And expect to fly. If you go to the ball, at least Dress up, and don’t leave your manners at home. When you approach the heart You must do so on bended knee. It… Continue reading

  • Mercy

    A poem inspired by Mystical Hope* We are card-carrying members Of the Body of Creation, No opting out, No other place to go. Born into participation Others dying for us Transformed for us Following the pattern Of death and resurrection… Continue reading