Beauty of uncertainty,
I am the one that is changing,
gathering in paper-poems,
the world is held together
falling apart in sunsets
trees bemoan their creaking
bowing branches are drummers
of the sky. What’s breathing me ?
The Tree and I are entities of the same
The tree is aware of me, and I silence myself,
dare to breathe, I say, tree winds knocking on my soul
dare to synchronize deep magic of leaf
dare to utter oak prayers in the park or in the pew
bless now I pray, the tree and I never stop ,never do
like hungry perspiration
in the spring,
rings of mysteries,
the tree has become my teacher
and I the ever-eager student.
Suddenly there was a shift in the atmosphere, even the birds could feel it. The red cardinal perched in the middle of winter snow. The backyard gate swinging. Like something was coming.
I’d never forgotten, the road that leads me home. Midst of maple in the air, the sayings of elders “take the Lord along with you” “when love builds the house”- the window curtains may fade, time slips over into another the day, Ceramic angels have multiplied scattered around the living room.
we are all, God’s birds, chanting our own tune,
temporarily the ash starts to burn
colors of “Josephs’ robe” -lights up the sky
in the shadow of moon’s trees
and we live and we live
Kindness sister Krissy