for Amy and Devin
two rivers
become one water—
sound of ten thousands hands clapping
Posts Tagged ‘communion’
One at the Confluence
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, marriage, poem, poetry, rivers, union on November 16, 2018| 2 Comments »
Attending the Workshop on Implicit Bias
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bias, communion, poem, poetry, unity on October 29, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It’s hardwired, says the instructor,
explaining that all of us tend to identify
more with people who are more like us.
It’s a survival tool from ancient times,
she says, to put people like us in an in group,
and to label the others other.
I take notes. Raise my hand. Participate.
Do exercises that show that although
I say I have no preferences, my limbic brain
has its own opinion. And so
I dedicate myself to finding
the ways we are all alike, uncovering
the ways we all mirror each other—
vulnerable, strong, curious, cautious,
I pledge myself to our common humanity,
to notice my bias and question it.
It’s a survival tool for the present time,
I tell myself. Every one of us, a sliver
of divinity.
Walking Alone at Midnight
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged alone, communion, night, poem, poetry, rabbit brush on October 24, 2018| 2 Comments »
The moon was hidden and the scent
of rabbit brush was thick, so thick
a woman could be hypnotized by it—
it seemed to come from everywhere,
the garbled light, the sage-sharp scent,
the sound of every step she took, and
every step she took felt like
a baptism, though into what, she could
not say—herself, perhaps, but more
the world, and yes, it was
the kind of tenderness
one only meets when we’re
alone and somehow lost
inside the night, amazed that it
can be so warm, so gentle,
shocked that we can be so slight
we almost, almost disappear—
but ah, the sound of every step she took
reminded her that she was here—
and sage-sharp scent of rabbit brush
caressed her every everywhere,
and led her deeper into night,
soft sound of footsteps, garbled light,
the snarl of squirrel nests in the trees
made visible through silhouette,
and every every step she took felt
like a baptism, like a rite
though rite of what, she could not say,
the moonlight gave itself away
the rabbit brush said here, here, here.
Dear __________,
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, conspiracy, joy, peace, poem, poetry, unity on October 18, 2018| 4 Comments »
You are warmly invited to join our conspiracy of joy,
a growing cabal of strangers and friends who collude
to create delight, who initiate random acts of bliss, who
scheme of ways to help all others find authentic jubilance,
who tear down walls that would separate us and them.
If you enjoy such subterfuge, there certainly is room
for you. To be clear, you may be charged with pleasure,
ecstasy, and truth. Next meeting, now. And now. And now
The Field Was High and the Sun Was Low
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, dark, light, poem, poetry, wallace stevens on August 30, 2018| 5 Comments »
after The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm by Wallace Stevens
The field was high and the sun was low
and the woman became the light; and the evening
slowed its pace perhaps to let the light remain.
The field was high and the sun was low.
She moved as though there were no night
worth fearing, as if the field could hold it all.
She leaned into the goldening, the way
the light itself leans softly on the world.
The night, a gentle friend, meandered quietly
across the land. There were no words
that could be said. The field was high
and the sun was lower. Slowly, hushed,
the wind a sigh, the field surrendered
all its lines. The darkness gathered
everything, the field, the woman, even
light, and made itself an offering.
Walking Before The Midnight
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, darkness, poem, poetry, question on July 21, 2018| Leave a Comment »
in the dark
you lose track
of any lines
that say
you are here—
and the night
holds you
like a lover
with hands
somehow
everywhere,
and the stars
keep thousands
of secrets
and sometimes
they spill,
and if you have
a question,
it comes to meet you
whether or not
you’ve dared
to ask it.
Anywhere at All
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, poem, poetry, silence on May 1, 2018| 1 Comment »
I find the silence
between your words
and set a cushion there
and close my eyes
and find stillness in that quiet
place in you
that speaks to that quiet
place in me.
Within a single conversation
we’ve shared communion
a thousand times—
is it any wonder we cry
when we say goodbye?
One for Your Glass
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, connection, poem, poetry, wine on December 28, 2017| 2 Comments »
in me a wine
I want to pour for you—
each sip made
from a thousand tiny bells
still waiting to ring
One Communion
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, love, poems, poetry, spirit on May 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »
on the shores of you,
finding a place through the overgrowth
where I can let fall everything
and slip in and
stay
One Whirled
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged communion, poem, poetry on October 7, 2016| 3 Comments »
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