My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
…urge her back
to her celestial jefe. Go back
where you’re safe, chula.
She was beautiful on a hilltop
above the Red Lake River where clouds
dashed sunlight and the scent
of cherry and lilac drifted in, drifted out
Some nights I dream of hands holding water
Some nights they are a man’s hands
Some nights a woman’s
I’ll strive to focus on what I want rather than what I don’t want by holding the vision of a kinder, gentler leader and nation in my heart.
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying
In its dark thorns.
still I recall the rains in the islands
the cold in Mexico and how
I imagined my mother standing
on the porch looking south
We need spiritual warriors willing to do the hard, heartbreaking work of becoming the light; capable of walking through the valley of the death of their old life and finding their way out.
Someone, give us the strength
to survive this particular onslaught
of cell-death and other indignities
what i have asked, Lord, you have granted
thank you for the days
and nights
for the rays
that fall slanted
across the face
Our Father who art in me
You are the One I love
The One who hurt me
The One who seeks the truth
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