dawn crawls over blanket of white
crystals sparkle, reflect the light
black of night gives up its yearning
like the darkness ‘fore Easter morning
I look at Christmas
as a time of wonder
a time of possibilities
a time to ponder
on how it happened
one of life's great mysteries
(1)
the road we walk will travel on
and the stops that we take will show us times
of long forgotten memories
left in baskets floating in the sun
thru reeds and rushes growing in
the wake of the path our tear drops fell
He breathes they said,
and I looked at my child
lying so still, full of tubes
from his arms and nose.
intubated, semi comatose.
Listening to the homily yesterday at mass
I was struck again by how complex
we make life.
I recall times too many to name,
when I was angst filled and worn
until i discovered surrender in spirit
buoyed by trust in God
and action of my own -
sort of like swimming.