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.

Christmas 2013

new life wears thin
flapping in the winter wind
Christmas imposes a guilty laden
depression fueled by Wall Street’s
pic pocketing mad fingers grasping
before we recoil into our end of the year debt
burden of a happy face heavy
load we give our children
chaining their innocence to values we despise
self-centered greed creates a hungry
world a fake replica a tribute to empty nothingness

Mystic Mountain Spiral Galaxy from Hubble

this recipe is concocted with counterfeit spices
like Gimme and Mine yet the smell of it hints
at the deep reality it seeks to cover up
like Santa arriving through the night sky
a vision of love so whole it cradle rocks
this Universe swinging to the tune of the
Symphony played by planets and stars
take up your bow, gather the drum beats
of the heart of God let our swirling skits
remember who we are in the dance
pieces of Heaven and Earth bound by the One source of light.