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Song of Namaste

12 Monday Jan 2026

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I honor the light in you. I honor the light in myself.

A song of sun, released,

Twinkling off snow–

When we die, will we cease

To sing, or will there be a place

Where there is only music?

I lift the flute to my lips

And think of the fallen man, once,

Who played his songs, broken.

I thought them lovelier

Than he’d sung before, chords

Played for a small audience

Of those willing to listen.

Sing me a song of salvation,

And I will breathe you back

A tune only angels can hear.

Namaste, namaste,

Let fallen angels find their way

Back to light, in broken songs.

Yoga With Horses

10 Saturday Jan 2026

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At first, I am a mountain,

And the appy,

Recently orphaned,

Is happily in my face.

Since she’s there,

I use her back for balance,

Mucking boot in air,

It is the dancer’s pose,

And I hold it,

As she holds me.

The herd gathers ’round

For the warrior,

And the Goddess,

A protective circle

Of equine largess.

Did I mention the snow,

Or how the sun shown

In bright celebration

Upon it?

Let Us Dance

07 Wednesday Jan 2026

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Do you want to know

about God?

From one fallen

so short of God?

From one who cries

out for God?

Do you want to know

about Grace?

From someone in need

Of Grace?

From someone who yearns

for Grace?

Do you want to know

about survival, love,

even suffering,

like I do?

Let us dance.

Fallen Angels

07 Wednesday Jan 2026

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“I have failed morally and spiritually, and I grieve over the devastation” Philip Yancey

Now the walk begins

Hand in hand, alone

With other fallen

Grace is greatest

Here, in the lonely place

Of our true selves,

Shunned by other men

And our only consolation

Creation, as it sings,

Stings, and wrings our souls:

Which way shall I fly?

In the lowest deep, A lower

Deep, in the heart of it

Weakness. Always, weaker

Than we knew

Or, admitted to ourselves

Those Who Do Not Leave

27 Saturday Dec 2025

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Everyday I carry him inside me,

And beside me, like the robin

Who should have gone south,

But is dangerously late to leave,

Eating the berries from my tree.

I carry him to the sink in the morning,

And in the mirror, I see his crease

Above my nose, or the one wrinkle

By my right eye, under his hair.

I carry his burden of wanting to know–

Too much, at the risk of happiness,

Even expecting something bad

All the time, in the midst of good.

What excuse do I have, except being his daughter,

To carry such personal things?

And yet, to lay him down, to walk away

Into the lightness of my own shadow;

I do not want to leave his burden alone.

So, I will stay here and hope

The winter is not too hard,

And that the days, growing longer,

Are not ungenerous to one lost,

Scavenging forgotten berries.

Introduction

26 Sunday Oct 2025

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What is love,

But an unanswered question?

I do love the way

You listened to that note—

It hung in our mutual air

A moment we shared.

As if a matter of life

And death

Because it was that matter

Which consumed us.

And then gone.

I do love the way

You go

Missing.

——

I know love comes broken,

But it took breaking

To teach me.

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Perhaps, my first love was longing.

And in that desperate hope

Came everything.

—-

And then there was love.

—

And then there was loneliness.

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And then there was complete despair.

—

And then there was you.

—

Still breaking me.

Because such intensity can only consume.

Thirst and drink, but the glass is always leaking.

Reach and reach, but the hands seem empty.

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And then there were your arms.

—

And then there was loneliness.

—

My time is winding down to tell you

About being human.

Such a world!

Born into a desperate flesh

And nascent blood.

Will we learn too late

How precious it was to suffer?

—

I would like to introduce myself:

Even as I mourn myself.

Confessions

27 Friday Jun 2025

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Would you like to hear a secret,

No obfuscation, no vagary,

A secret, that cuts so deep

It wounds you,

It unwinds you,

Because it is you,

But you want to know,

Yes, know,

It is also in me,

That we carry it together,

In shame, and in sorrow, sure–

But let’s be honest,

There is also pride–

I mean,

We have done what we had to do,

You and me,

Have we not,

And what blame is there

In surviving?

AI Will Not Replace Me

31 Saturday May 2025

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I cannot be imitated,

Nor improved.

AI will not replace me.

I will speak my suffering

Into this world,

As only humans can suffer.

To know death

Is to fear it.

I cannot be reprogrammed,

Nor replaced.

To be human is to end.

We cannot see them again,

Nor touch them.

You cannot imitate

Feeling that alone,

That frightened

Someone else will die.

Somewhere In Saguaro

10 Sunday Nov 2024

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I thought, If all paths lead to God,

why should I care

about a right, or wrong, path?

I picked up a stone

and carried it four miles

through the desert to lay it down

at the broken, stone house.

But I took a wrong path, and laid it down

in an unmarked ravine, instead.

Missed Opportunities With Her

05 Friday Jan 2024

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The nows you missed with her are real,

But yesterday and tomorrow are not.

What’s done is done, at least,

In this world. What do you want

To take with you to the other side?

Or, be there waiting for you, beyond time?

Tick, tick, tick, then it stops,

What do we find beyond the ticking?

Everything is a choice, even sitting here

Now, click, click, clicking this poem.

Are all poems messages to the great unknown?

Future me, which does not exist,

Might read one, many years from now,

And wonder if she adequately loved

What was sent to her as a gift to be loved.

The real moments: tick tick and click clicking,

That come, come, come to us–

Then disappear,

Like she has.

Can You Handle the Wilds

05 Saturday Aug 2023

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Can you handle the wild birds

Leaving their nests, turbulent

In their need, free and fleeing?

Or the wild keys, dissonant chords,

She plays in the dark hours,

While you are sleeping?

Come out into the storm

And stand with me.

Lightning rarely strikes,

But stand away from the trees.

Can you handle the wilds,

No smile to guide you?

Fragile, wet steps,

Into the dark night.

Can you handle the wilds?

Bent On Flying

26 Saturday Nov 2022

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Fogged in for five days,

A space, made smaller

By low-hanging clouds

That won’t go away.

Nothing is as ungovernable

As weather, except the soul,

Bent on flying–

It’s what they always get wrong

About need; I need freedom;

I need sun, and a view so clear

It extends forever, like a soul,

Bent on flying–

Beyond every cage, open space;

Beyond every wall, more room;

Beyond this fog, the sun,

So bright, it will blind you.

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He said, the world is bound together

in shame, and shadow.

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What serves your soul:

A walk, a song, an embrace.

Last summer, we danced

Under stars and moon,

To music from Alexa.

Last night, we danced

To Christmas jazz.

You opened the door,

Danced barefoot in snow,

Twirled under night clouds,

A free soul of sun, and song,

A soul bent on flying.

Winter Blind

24 Thursday Nov 2022

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A white blanket was pulled over

Our homes, the earth, our heads,

As effortless as sliding on ice,

As uncontrollable as dying.

And, it was hard to see beginnings

Of fields, or endings of hilltops;

In that way, it was a blur of (also white) fog.

Who’s to say what lay behind it?

The infinite forever of lost souls–?

Just there, and there, look where

My finger is pointing, beyond the trees.

I see myself only as far as the fence-line.

All else sparkles back, a vision

Of what is here, and what has been here,

Always within the margin

Of what we can so easily see.

Her Arms

14 Monday Nov 2022

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I will take a *Pound out of this poem everyday until it is three lines: a title, and 2 lines.

I envy the Aspen,

With her sleek, white body,

She stands unmoved,

While her leaves shake,

Turn color, fall,

And she is left,

Naked and alone,

In wind, rain, snow,

Enduring all,

Judging none,

No complaining.

In spring, I remember

Her limbs rejoiced

In buds, then leaves,

And birds.

They gathered

In her arms:

Robin, magpie,

Sparrow, finch, falcon.

This autumn was summer,

Then winter,

She is bare again.

The chickadees bounce

From perch to perch,

Fully happy in her embrace.

During this too early winter,

When we lose faith,

Fall to our knees,

Barely endure

dark day after dark day;

She stands reaching,

Arms outstretched to the sun

Beyond the clouds.

You must see now,

Why I envy the Aspen,

How she will survive,

And thrive, beyond me.

Let Me Be Like Water

19 Wednesday Oct 2022

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The way water comes

In many forms,

Lapping here, at my feet,

Or droplets, from a dark sky;

Let me be like water.

My father told me

God is like water:

Ice, steam, and ocean,

The way it evaporates

Then moves in clouds

To mountaintops,

Over and over.

Let me be eternal,

Like water.

Last night, I cried,

Tears of salt, and water,

They spilled out of my body

In waves, and clouds,

Emptying my grief

Into the great God

Of the helpless-lost.

I was poured out

Into some common,

Wet universe–universe–yes,

Let me be that vast,

Powerful transformation;

Let me be like water.

Love Letters

04 Thursday Aug 2022

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Whisper me a tale of lovers,

Through limbs of trees and years,

Rattle a leaf, turn a page,

Rifle through an abandoned dresser.

You will find them there among socks,

With no feet left to cover.

The body is taken away,

Yet, rises again in pen.

She recognizes the scrawl,

It is as much him as him,

And hymn to her hurting heart.

You realize love too late,

She thinks, beyond the day-to-day

Bicker and fuss, we lost us-–

She sees her lover now,

In what is left undone–

The many things he touched

And with his touch, flourished,

They wilt now that he’s gone.

Yet, in her hands,

She holds his scribbled words:

Nineteen sixty three, nineteen sixty four–

And, it all comes back to her.

Some Gifts

29 Friday Jul 2022

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Some gifts are better than others,

The way I saw your heart extend

Into past memories of her—

Tears from your uncrying eyes—

Her loss was the one loss

That broke you like that,

Like that,

The sobbing unashamed.

And then, it’s as if we fast forward

The great movie of our lives together:

You’re dying,

I’m a middle-aged woman.

You give me a dog.

A wolfhound,

Like the one whose loss broke you

Way back then. Riagan. Riagan.

Whose eyes held our gaze,

Whose eyes sought to impart wisdom;

Perhaps, her eyes saw beyond this life,

To where you are now.

Wouldn’t it be something

If our lives are that special,

They continue forever,

Two points–three–an infinity of dots

On some great line that extends forever.