and there
you are again
in memory
a bird at night
I think I see fly
from tree to tree
a shadow really
a blink
a blur of air
a longing
it isn’t fair to miss
you, like this
This Missing
20 Tuesday Jan 2026
Posted in Poetry
Tag Archives: Yearning
Walking On
17 Saturday Jan 2026
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Children, Family, Generations, Hope, Life, Love, Love Poems, Mercy, Miracles, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Winter, Winter poem, Yearning
we press on, despite,
wait for the light,
live for finding
meaning, like a beacon,
we saw it flash
once, we think
a field was revealed
we ran across barefoot
waved dandelion seeds
a year passed;
we went back, weeds,
high as our kneecaps.
we gather our children
pray for happiness
search for them,
in open fields,
on sunny days
my son said,
here is your grandson
I wanted to cry
with the weight of it.
another son climbed
a rock wall, his ex-lover
shared photos from below.
I thought, will they?
today, it is day, but dark
and we will explore
wet paths through forest,
as I pray for rain.
Song of Namaste
12 Monday Jan 2026
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Death, Fallen Angels, Flute, Hope, Music, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Salvation, Souls, Spirit, Survival, Yearning
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.
Let Us Dance
07 Wednesday Jan 2026
Tags
Afterlife, Beauty, Belief, Eternity, Forgiveness, God, Grace, Gratitude, Healing, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Prayer, Sacred, Soul, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, The Universe, Yearning
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
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Angels, Death, Eternity, Fallen Angels, Forgiveness, God, Grace, Hope, Love, Milton, Paradise Lost, Philip Yancey, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Sin, Sinners, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Yearning
“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
Finding the Sun
04 Sunday Jan 2026
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Afterlife, Belief, Courage, Divorce, Family, Fog, Freedom, Healing, Hope, Life, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Strength, Survival, Winter poem, Yearning
It is a dark night
And fog has settled
As if to say no
To every question
the solitude
of not being able to see
What will happen
Or if you’ll survive
What is about to come
This is the time to remember
Who you are
How you got here
Why you came all this way
Down the broken road
Even if you didn’t know
Life, like the fog
Never seeing too far
Sight is an illusion
One more step
Keep stepping
Eventually, you find sun
Introduction
26 Sunday Oct 2025
Posted in Poetry
Tags
being human, Death, Family, Gratitude, Hope, Humanity, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Suffering, Survival, Women's Poems, Yearning
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.
——
Perhaps, my first love was longing.
And in that desperate hope
Came everything.
—-
And then there was love.
—
And then there was loneliness.
—
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.
—
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.
What is Poetry (To Me)
26 Saturday Jul 2025
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Authenticity, Death, Forgiveness, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Survival, Truth, What is a Poem, Yearning
I prefer poetry
of imperfection
like my life
and its glorious
misdirection
less roses are red
violets are blue
more, what moves you
to cry, to laugh,
to lose sleep,
or fall to your knees
for mercy
Divorce: Finalized
25 Friday Jul 2025
Posted in Poetry
A little boy who dreamed
his parents in one house,
‘Stay dad, stay’
words from his mouth
but together again
was an impossible ask,
his sins were too great
to be taken back.
Instead, he walked away,
the family was split,
and only God knows
the rest of it.
I Promise
22 Tuesday Jul 2025
Posted in Poetry
I promise you stars
on the darkest night,
the brightest among them
to make the wrongs right.
I promise you rain,
after a long drought,
to heal your heart,
and remove all your doubts.
I promise you summer flowers,
opening at your feet,
longing to empower
for the journey you’ll meet.
Confessions
27 Friday Jun 2025
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Death, Forgiveness, Life, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Secrets, Soul, Souls, Spirit, Survival, Truth, Yearning
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
Posted in Poetry
Tags
AI, Authenticity, Death, Death Poems, Hope, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Souls, Spirit, Yearning
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.
Kwanzan Cherry, Beautiful Alone
17 Saturday May 2025
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alone, Hope, Kwanzan Cherry, Loneliness, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Silence, Souls, Strength, Survival, Yearning
Brave little tree,
So far away,
Make friends
With the peonies,
Snowdrops,
Crocus,
And sky;
Let it be
Enough to be
Practically alone
And silent,
Standing against
Wind,
Snow,
The neglect of this world.
Brave little tree,
Please,
Don’t feel lonely.
Somewhere In Saguaro
10 Sunday Nov 2024
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Afterlife, Belief, Eternity, Fear, Forgiveness, Freedom, God, Gratitude, Healing, Infinite, Longing, Mercy, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Saguaro National Forest, Soul, Soul Poetry, Spirit, Spirits, Strength, Survival, Yearning
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.
Can You Handle the Wilds
05 Saturday Aug 2023
Posted in Poetry
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?
A Promise of Protection
04 Friday Aug 2023
Posted in Poetry
On Love and a Prayer
24 Tuesday Jan 2023
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Addiction, Death, drug addiction, Dying, Hope, Life, Loss, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Souls, Survival, Yearning
I see him in every empty stare
A zombified generation
Of once beautiful souls
How did we get it so wrong
Sacrifice a generation
And how do we save them?
Love isn’t enough
When it has gone this bad,
So far from our empty promises
Is he beyond prayers, too
Because that’s all I have left
I see him in every empty stare
And send up this poem
On the fragile wings of love,
and a whispered prayer.
Bent On Flying
26 Saturday Nov 2022
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Beauty, Courage, Dancing, Freedom, Gratitude, Happiness, Hope, Longing, Love, Love Poems, Music, Poem, Poems, Poetry, shame, Songs, Soul, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, Spirits, Strength, Survival, Unity, Yearning
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.
2
He said, the world is bound together
in shame, and shadow.
3
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.
Her Arms
14 Monday Nov 2022
Tags
aspen, chickadee, Death, Death Poems, Ezra Pound, Falcon, Hope, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Love, magpie, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Pound, Robins, Soul, Souls, Spirit, Survival, Yearning
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
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Death, Eternal, Eternity, God, Hope, Life, Lost, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Powerful, Prayer, Soul Poetry, Souls, Spirit, The Universe, Unity, Water, Yearning
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.
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