Rib Mending

my mother broke some ribs yesterday

My family the original one
Not always whole, we struggle
From fundamentalism and displacement
But we are growing older the barriers built
By judgments, false beliefs, heart wounds
Broken up and open in the care of our parents
Dad now 90 Mom close behind, they are living long enough to see
Us come together, anger. fear, projection all swallowed in the small actions of love.



Yesterday is dead and gone
for which I am deeply grateful

I feel washed, raw, scrubbed
death to resurrection
got a front row seat
but my game is more like
a slow walk than a slam dunk

sometimes this teach-me-to-pray
place is more like grade school
my 5 year old grandson Sam
taught me that you pray sitting
cross-legged on the floor
closing your eyes, holding
your hands lotus-like and
getting very very quiet

who would have thought after
all the sermons prayers
I was given from birth,
that Her voice whispering to
me in the deep woods
was actually prayer even
though i never said much

this morning at the coffee
shop called Baked, I am
but now I know that love
is often soft spoken
sometimes Raw and
sometimes Baked

Kindergarten Girl


This is the girl

Who could not stay

Home could not

Deflect their anger

Let it push her out to

The Woods behind

The parsonage


To the trees that

Hold her gently she

Goes to her fairy stump

Lays in their midst circled

In the protection of her tree kin

Tall and powerful and hers


She wonders why she is a person

And not a tree under their wings

She feels God bathing her

In light Motherly and warm


She hears the voice of the

Grandfather pines

Wind whispering they say

Believe, keep moving and tell

Your stories, read everything


And though she’s only in kindergarten, she

Already reads everything and

Knows these evergreens are wise and right

Deep inside herself is the heart

Of everything, and that room she calls peace

In there survival manuals are everywhere

She falls asleep and dreams the fairies that dance

On the stump that is her forest home.