Life had a choice heart
yet day after day
hammered and chiseled and spoke her away.
Dare, if you will, to ask life today
“Do you believe that you made the right play?”
(Gnashing of teeth and cry with all might)
“Would that I treated that golden heart right.
Would that she grant me the morn, noon and night.”
Ask the heart, “Girl, how steadfast must you be?”
“I’ve fought many miles to love me,” answered she.
Art Credit, “I Love Me” by Lyla W., age 6
I thought it wisdom
to remain in known places.
All but these fail me.
Dining room windows, Lake Park Bistro, Milwaukee, WI
Welcome to our kitchen!
How we love and delight in serving.
As a strong shelter when considering life’s big questions.
As a humble perch to commemorate the honor of leadership.
As a tender locale to champion life’s most vulnerable voices.
As a center of nourishment -with a view second to none- from which to briefly cede striving and toast enlightenment.
Tell them your story
As they sit atop your knee
How else will they grow?
Artist Credit: Musician unknown, Summerfest, Milwaukee, WI
Tell me your demons.
Speech clears them away.
Tell me your darkness,
that it won’t steal your day.
Give me your heart,
I’ll study its smile.
Give me your hand.
It’s mine every mile.
“Skip Warrior pose?”
That’s not god speaking. Ha! No.
He knows I love This.
This Great Lake is one great friend.
Many know her healing call, some are blessed to call her home.
With reverence, she quickly winks “good morning” to her friends, the oceans and to her family, the mountains.
She issues daily invitations to walkers to join her for a daybreak tea, a mid-day lunch and a moonrise meditation.
Majestic she is, and life-giving she’ll be to all who care for her and her friends:
-the Rivers, streams and creeks;
-the shallow, golden beaches;
-the rocky bluffs’ soaring birds;
-the tree-lined paths where deer do wander;
-the creatures that drink of her;
-the cities of creative opportunity and the small towns of contentment.
Her voice shall not drown out the heart’s longing for other wonders, for she chooses to sing harmony in the song called “gathering waters.”
I’d dance and
you’d write it
-the flowers that grow from my hips.
You’d scream and
I’d ignite it
-the powers that flow from your lips.
I am the cause that
takes from there
and makes him wear
a crazy pair.
I am the machine that
gives a care
and makes her dare
with mismatched fare.
