Made for Love

we sit here in the living
room seeing carnage in the
home of liberty and revolution

what brings our hearts to
murder? hate looks powerful
standing over the bodies of
so many loved ones…who hates
so much or feels no healing
don’t try to explain it as
a psychological outcome

who has heard of Lebanon
43 dead the day before but
these children and parents
are not from the u.s or europe
oh Lebanon where are your Cedars
who has cut you down?

are we orphans now left on
a dying planet without a future?
who do we call on how can we
stop bombs and guns and killing
for sure we can’t fix war with the cure of
declaring war peace is not made
from violence death you are not
ours we are a species made for love

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We Stand and Dance

out my window
i become red orange
fire. inside apples
Uncle Tom’s Macs are red
waiting to become pie
i cannot read the chill
or the yellow leaves
but the reds become my
tongue there is
a wizard here showing me
something i cannot yet put down as a
scribe but only take into my belly like a warm
apple crisp oozing bliss into my being
ice cream topped warmth whispering
loud thoughts of autumn how
her many beauties have become me

i read today that this crimson comes only
here in this land native to my anscestors where trees have developed
fire red for protection and joy how i adore
maples and oaks and burning bushes their dance so
rooted their gifts of breath with startling beauty
unbelievable and unheralded we stand and dance

Love In This Day

seems like some plague from Egypt
our sweet sam swallowed a quarter
had surgery, still in the hospital
his sweet face haunting his
grandmothers here in Maine
too many miles away from Califonia
sister being biopsied, Prius
wouldn’t shut off! my love
and i at each other’s throats
on Sunday, coming back now to love
slowly in the dailies, my certainty
that All is Love, shakey, my
sweet 91 year old father a reminder
at dinner last night of how we are
sustained by the divine infinite
in the proof of my parents
still with us, love hides in the
cracks between hardships and sorrows
oozing out to fill all things the noise
of fear put to sleep in the cradle of
remembering all the past loving care
i’m awake and so is Sam, the car
is running the sister waits and i
in the waiting room know that there
is only one whose name is LOVE