Open the Doors

open the doors i say to myself
unscript the splendor of life
live it whole no boxed edges
sight is not what you see
but what you've been given

open the your sleepy eyes
i tell myself let the dawn
rise inside, the sun shines
from your lighted being
God is in heaven but
heaven is in your own bones

unblock your plugged ears,Jude
words are the source of creation
you are not waiting for life
you are making it, say the word
make it flesh and Christ is alive in you

walk into the sunset unafraid of the dark
i sing an even song to myself on the road again
uncover the only path...they all lead to Nirvana
Love all powerful holds you and the million
Universes together praise the source adore
all being sometimes hard sometimes easy always in harmony
sing to the light and to the night and to the All One your home.

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Post Parting

almost two weeks now
Dad has gone to parts
unknown though i feel
him wherever i go

the most haunting when
Alexa at Toni's house
started singing without
being cued and a blues
song about sin and crossing
Jordan came on, my Dad's
last name Jordan and he was
a Baptist preacher, oh, he
is around all right watching
over my mother, checking on
me in new ways, i feel
less of a loss i think than
those of my kin who believe
in a far away heaven where they
will join him some day what we
know is little, but people keep
telling me they felt him close
when they saw one of his favorite
birds, a cardinal come and sing
to them, when i heard affirmations
from him when i was writing his
funeral poems, is it true i have
an extra advocate unseen helping
well if it's not true than i'm 
not hurting myself much to feel him near

Feminist Musings–Published unedited

it has been more than fifty years
since I began to think of myself in
feminist terms though I was born rejecting
the third class citizenship card i was given for no
other reason than my birth. my mother is 91
and will lose a bunch of the compensation my
father had when he died a few days ago though
she was married to him for 71 years and worked 
by his side on the mission field and in churches
across Maine until she got her master's degree 
and began teaching school though well past her prime

i turn seventy in a few days and live on the nothing
that is the result of raising children in my youth and
divorcing when I was forty, working to get my boys through
high school with almost no help from their father my ex and theirs
he rides high in his retirement while i collect $312 a month
from Social Security and the yahoo clown in our white house 
continues to banish those of us who have very little in support
of his cronies, though we are used to that from those who rule us
and scream that we should vote. for what? another version of the screw job?

We are all on this road to perdition. God on the backs of those who persecute
and care little for their souls or the anguish of those who find themselves
unable to live. i am a believer in Love, in a world created and sustained by
this phenomena very few take time to understand. it is not a secret hidden in
sacred books interpreted by powerful men, but an announcement written inside each
soul and proclamation of nature loudly stated by stars, waterfalls and oceans.
i chose this day to be kind, to love as if tomorrow will never come to ignore the
lies that make up our daily lives and to be concerned and guided by nothing but the One
Creator, sustainer, lover, giver, and caretaker of all that she has made in fact
sometimes when i look in the mirror I can see my resemblance and it is about the only
thing in this wide world that makes me smile and keep on walking there is nothing
better for me than knowing where i come from and where my inheritance resides that
there is not one little piece of creation to which I am not kith and kin to the Great
Mother Father origin, essence and presence of all the Universe be honor Amen.