Month: July 2016

At the knee, I often speak. For the sake of time – I name skies upon my bed. Aurora, Little Bear- Drifting my prayers upon highest loft. Shall I ask for help? Shall I ask for more?   Tiny lights romancing together. Laying their burdens down- Laying their burdens down. Mama weaving, her broom’s made of […]

I write the dreams of my elders. I write the songs of sweepers. I write the melody of gatekeepers I write the mothering spirit of branches, hueing maple sapp with bark and sugar. I write of the distance traveled long before earth. I write of wings sown in prayer and navigating me. I write of […]

  She sat on us – dressing our skins with a bountiful awaiting. She gave us – aloe’s bitter mist. Her dew is full and refreshing. I never saw clouds fall, quite like heavy burdens exploding. I ‘ve seen the sky carrying her young. I’ve stepped through teary, boughs rejoicing. I no longer pray on […]

She heaves  hymns – someday they might sing. Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be healed. Over jagged edges of all the living. Loving me- preserved by grace. O’ come now- look upon these feeble knees; search our hearts lest we agree. Thine mercy  covers all of me. Thine hands have anointed waters, that I might be […]

It’s opening my wild nostrils. It’s taking in the sun. She showers us – that I might hear, that I might see- Seven thousand cords, shaking hands with trees nourishing the very essence of my being. Surely, there’s no need for bread. No need for pens. Let my heart lend her canvas, while my spirit supplies the ink. […]

  In sleep – wild as meadow’s grass. Soft as lavender and rosemary. I turn tablets, one by one- spellbound and enchanted. The voices, behooved me read- on swallowing whole verses thundering quietly, Striking, rivers in my belly. Add to your virtue love Add to love, kindness Add to kindness, forgiveness “for in patience possess ye, your […]

      If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed and my spine flexible. If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me. Then I would know from whence I came. Golden emeralds carved my skins. Love breathe light in. And -when the morning woke up – I was made. […]