Carried Across the Sky

Nature

  • The Fading Shine of the Golden Ring

    This path I have walked, My life Has been circling round Back to Fearful, clinging places, More like promises of brambles. I labeled the lessons a nuisance, failed them Cursed my fate. Hard lessons, More like crucifixions. My faith In… 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

  • 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

  • The Prayer of Making Bread

    In a moment I will make the bread. The practice: to be wholly present To the work– To touch the flour Not thinking of tomorrow. To measure the yeast Free from worry, guilt, and yearning, Envying not other’s joy, While… Continue reading

  • Walking

    I am a pilgrim Walking by the light of the moon In and out of shadows Having to peer into the darkness, To see at all. Beckoned, I am Urged to keep on the journey To Press on Knowing only… Continue reading