Yet you forget what you
Truly are: the very breath of God.
And so you blunder through this
Dream-speckled life like an
Orphaned child hungering for home.
The world grew much bigger
But colder, dull and empty
Of that special joy that
Can only come to those
Children who believe….
Your empty shoulders as
I whisper silent words of
Love and longing in your
Lonely, unadorned ear….
My old friend and I went to a restaurant for lunch,
a ramshackle little place, but my friend told me
the food was great—and it was!
I miss the big navels when they are not in season,
but almost any orange will do when I really want to see God.
when I saw the deer lying sheltered beneath the tree it loved,
the tree it died for, it seemed a sacred place, consecrated—
and I could not bring myself to violate nature’s holy ground.