Lifted Eye

Let me fly
And admire
The glory
Of your
Marred landscape

Water Prayer

Feet above my head
The waves toss me like seaweed
Take me out to sea

Desert Rat

The desert deserted
Beckons me
This is where I'm empty
This is where I'm free
This is home.

Disappearance

New beginnings mean much needed
Endings.
Close the book on those
Undeserving.
They don't get to know how
I'm doing,
My failures and least of all
My successes.

Hope Is Too Buoyant

Sometimes it's enough to write a letter I'll never send
But there are times when it's not enough and it never will be
And I force myself to sink back into the river of denial
To be swept away by the current
Cleansed of my sins
Praying this time I will finally drown
Only to wash up onshore downstream once more.

Faith

Because my worship always was
The bending of my knee
The doubling at my hips
The crest in my neck
When I bowed my head
To smell the flowers.

Pakistani mulberries growing in the streets of Jerusalem.

Pakistani mulberries growing in the streets of Jerusalem.

Small gifts of sweetness enriching each journey.

The abundance of life ripe, hanging, awaiting to be plucked.