Monday, February 23, 2009

lenten meditation

as i kneel to receive the ashes
i think of all the times
like dust from my feet
i tried to shake you
tried to make a break from you
and how you’ve clung
with ferocious tenacity
unwilling to let me go
til you’ve blessed me
with a reminder
of my mortality
and i leave the rail
with a limp

Thursday, February 19, 2009

safely home

sometimes i feel as though
i've lost
my way
and i don't know
in which direction i should go
the next step to take
the right move to make
but if i'm still
my heart remembers
the way
and leads me
safely home

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

divine love

wrapped up in a warm embrace
held in such a tender way
and smiled upon with loving grace
that's how i see the world today
some might say i'm quite naive
and wonder how i can believe
such nonsense
call me crazy if you must
for there are days i would agree
with such a diagnosis
but mind and eyes are clear
and i see evidence of
divine love everywhere

Friday, February 13, 2009

be mine

it was love at first sight
for me, at least
the day we met
in a third floor kitchen
on huntington street
you held out your hand
and said, "hi, i'm dan"
i knew in an instant
that you were the one
i wanted to spend my life with

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

rainbow quilt

as i lay beneath my rainbow quilt
my fingers trace its seams
in quiet reverie
each scrap i touch
holds a precious memory
and i marvel at how well
unseen loving hands
have stitched together
with silver threads of mystery
all my fondest hopes and dreams

Sunday, February 8, 2009


i love being taken by surprise
by the resilience of certain things
like daffodils blooming in february
that refuse to wait for spring

Thursday, February 5, 2009

a woman with issues

i was desperate for a cure
all my money had been tendered
"leave well enough alone" they said
but i had come undone
and sought to be re-member-ed

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


her soul feels so thirsty
her spirit is parched and dry
she comes to the fountain in fernwood
and drinks a mystery there
the ancient seed within her
she waters with her tears
and though it still is winter
a tiny bud appears

Sunday, February 1, 2009

taste of india

this morning, i am still feeling the effects of seeing the movie, slumdog millionaire, which my teenaged son declared, "the best movie, EVER!." although my praise and appreciation for it is a bit more reserved, i'd highly recommend it. the tempo of the film is a relentless assault on the senses and the psyche...much the way i imagine india herself would impact me should i ever have the privilege to visit there. the redeeming factor of the movie for me was its underlying sweetness, for slumdog millionaire, at its core, is a love "against all odds" kind of love story that i find irresistable.