Storm’s a brewing and churning/lives changed forever/my small plans altered/discontinued but not disconsolate/I will rise again/to heed the rain

On distant continents/while our trees turn red and blaze gold/our carpets of earth crackle/and the chill settles in the air/in other dear lands/trees are blazing purple/arbor the roads in delicate shades/ slippery paths of lavender/slick the wayside/as there in that precious home of beloved memory/ spring settles sweetly in the air

Today I thought about sowing peace/dreamed of dappled light on soft grasses/far from the strain of driven energies/I thought I would turn my face back to the love that launched me/the oneness with all that lives

Flight/ like dance/sends joy spiraling exponentially/when the dance breathes love into the clear/soft air

Sometimes poems fall at your feet/with a slight tap as they hit the ground/ready to be something fabulously different/ready/with time/to be remade/with the revelation of wings

The tables had lavender/candy and birds/Texas butterflies/even the shortbread cookies had lavender/to calm us/for we are the ones who race on

When we hold them in our arms/we hold their dreams/we hold them but a while/ watch their dreams unfold/with joy/unspeakable joy/we wrap them in garments/we fashion of threads/of hopes/prayers/sinewy efforts/purest love/this garment of God’s love/never fails/travels well/gleams in the dark/moves well on the sacred dance floor/shelters one then two in sunshine and in rain

For the beauty/gratitude flows/knowing around the next corner/may lurk excoriation and loss/we choose beauty/with every fiber of hope/we choose beauty/with every sinew of strength/we choose beauty/until eventide falls/even then we’ll float/beneath the beautiful stars

We say truth is in order to goodness/or at least our ancestors did/what have we become when the worst entertains us/we forgive some abusers selectively/some liars/most thieves/but tyrannize/bind and shatter the poor/predators of the worst/annihilators of the best/truth is still in order/to goodness

For the rejects/the outcasts/you objects of derision/children of misery/taught that you are objects/with no intrinsic worth/hold on/live/your angel is coming/whatever hell you find yourself/live and laugh with confidence in the maw of slavering hate/your angel is coming/swiftly/just live//quote from the Velveteen Rabbit byMargery Williams