I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see
That’s my gift to you
Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive
That’s your gift to me
Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration
Tag Archives: hope
Kept
I keep reaching out to air -the nothingness there
I keep pressing harder, and liking it
With tears brimming in my eyes, and, whatever hope looks like, in my heart
I keep thinking I’m not thinking small
I keep reading between the lines that were not there for me at all
Second Thoughts: On Hope
Whom
No Photos
The morning I think of giving up
Shades of moss green and orchid peaceably pull me back
As an elder, in Auto-Tune
Promising a child that dancing days lie ahead
An altogether different morning, now
That deserves
I deserve
A wholly-new and holy mind
Telltale
I know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants
The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue
Try to Fly
I find things
I find them
Light-filled things
Touchable
Teachable
And not
Sometimes
Always
Peel
Tonight has been on the horizon
A reigning in of the Darkness
Some strange, familiar one
An actual other
Seeking to strangle The Light
See we beyond borders
See we hope
And unable to let go of it
Be away you will
Familiar stranger
Very most likely