Weird Christmas

it’s been a weird Christmas
my family of origin strange
in their stuffology my wife
alone here all our children
live in other places as far
away from this home as you
can get and still be in the
same country, migraines come
often here too much food, they
eat as recreation lacking forms
of other entertainment
like new movies, walking
beaches and the feeling that
there is money to spend for
a great night out

This morning grandmother moon
arose resplendent her arms
outstretched touched me but
my micah’s pain too deep for
touching a lover’s pain some
times too much to bare what
is this place? of ninety year
old parents, almost twin sisters
as strange as another planet
i call out to all i know that
is familiar to the divine unchanging
to tree spirits and the sound of
reality beyond these physical dreams

i look for redemption…another birthing
i have seen many, mine and have been mid-wife
for others wait patiently to see the Truth
i know in the bones of my bones hear God
where before i would have heard only silence
know vision is like a whisper of the truth
that angels flutter around here with their
soft words and bodies of light messengers
sent to this planet to heal the broken
hearted for we are the ones open to change

The Lonely Truth

i stand at my post but this time
i let go of the personal reasons
to protest and stand in the lonely
Truth the demanding one who calls
out from the depth of the bones and
knows… it’s a backbone thing really
rising up from the tailbone it
bends and sways but never breaks
just holds out no matter what comes
bashing through the world with a creative or
conventional lie, takes hold of the morning
like the dawn herself, singing praise
to life, but without one iota of compromise
there is no place to give in when it comes
to Truth, i’m not of course speaking of
all those indidvidual self-deceptions we
call truth i’m talking about Truth born
of forever of love and creation, that one
that can’t be bought or sold or held hostage
by a fistful of money somehow
breaking down the bars that have gathered us in dungeons
teaching the lame to leap and the poor to inherit the earth.

A Solstice Dance Number

 

Cande in the dark

what comes out at this the longest night
of the year is joy for the coming of the light
deep and serene gratitude for surviving the darkness
i light the candle of the my incrdible life love filled
with an unbending confidence that i am eternal…that
these small happenings have no form or reality see,
divine
heritage makes this night of all nights nothing but bliss
my arms open heart beating a dance number to the One i love

Of God on Saturday Morning

early morn lake
i ride at six a.m. back
from dropping off my love
to pound the road all day
carrying heavy loads of letters
we stop for a biscuit sausage muffin
just to claim it is Saturday she is a splendid woman
Tripp lake is barely lit the geese are honking
their dilema do we leave now for warmer places
or stick around Maine where it is suddenly toasty
in December, maples and oaks stand bare against
the dawning sky and sing their praises from the heart wood
where your image is emblazaned….i cry hossana though
your name is called a thousand different ways we still and
You are only One Allah, Jehovah, God or there are those
who dare not name you still your endless essence written
on the skin of their deepest desire we humans think to own
you claiming my god or my father it does not change the Mother
Father, Maker, Creator of Universes you hold with us in Your hand
this land cannot but scream the news that you are here we celebrate
as pagans, Christ mass, lovers of life, birthers of God and still we
cannot know what’s already written in every breath and leaf and atom
re-membering each piece of Love is born right now right here rignt