Beloved

You said this will be me - coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved.

I am still here in the wilderness,
in the bright sun and sand.
I am dancing in circles,
singing and wailing,
digging deep,
with my beloved.
My beloved, she is holding and guiding me on.

Broken Glass

I am broken glass at the foot of the stairs, you are wandering, in your own storms, unaware; the storms I’ve spent my life reaching to, tending.

Now I take the glass, gently gathering
into this warm cocoon,
this tender, loving womb.

Love, love, love

The world is imploding, the monstrous, bloated, fragile men devour and rule.

I light the candles in our grate,
trim the lavender in our front garden,
write my soul aching until I awaken,
and name my blessings for peace.

And love, love, love myself,
and love, love, love everyone else,
and gather the love poured on me from precious others.
 
So while the bloated, fragile men devour and rule,
we make connection, empathy,
ringing truth, limitless joy.