While I live, let me pour as through a sieve
the mixed and muddied waters of my loves,
hold the gold and let the silt go.
We must face the weight of such social evils and be prepared to also face the ways in which we are complicit with them, especially when we are often indifferent.
there, and throughout our earth, let us grieve
for the graves we robbed, and then
let us bless the graves of the dead that remain
Someone enters the sanctuary, picks up the chair
thrown by the Rabbi,
places it gently with the others, a straight row
waiting for bodies.
A knows of B
That after grim chemo his hair came back
The doctors reckoned they’d licked his disease
Come trouble’s birthday,
I think of every gift people get
They don’t use. Oh, and I
Pray.
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.