I am such a mess. The rain falls on my soil, And for a while I am mud. No hint of fertility. No hint of growth. No hint of flowers. Mud is self-forgetful, A confusion of gift, A profusion of promise. The day will seed to my substance, Serendipity and surprise, Plantings for the morrow. … Continue reading →

Heartbeat

November 29, 2018

Heartbeat It is not I who cause my heart to beat. I am the recipient of life, The legatee of form. My heartbeat continues, unabated, Until You say, this much and no more, Then and only then, Will my soul take leave, Departing this earth, this time. I will my heart’s beating, Sound as a … Continue reading →