now that I’m older,
all the young doctors
look like tender angels to me
when they are older
i wish them the blessing
of laughter and care lines
carved into their cheeks
care
The Carer
she slept with the dog when it was sick
providing warmth and constant care
she rescues birds and creatures lost
is kind in every thought and deed
cherished her mother to the end
gives and doesn’t count the cost
if heavens reward on earth was given
and all the world was fair and just
she’d be blessed and crowned in glory
a special rose would bear her name
but such grace is always silent
and books will never tell her tale
promises
promises are like butterflies
wonderful, even spectacular
but when you touch their wings
they cannot fly any more
i don’t promise
i care
In the Garden of the Gods
they are not far away, they are near
the old gods cry out to us
from beneath city streets
come closer, if you would hear
the moon is hidden in daylight
waiting to light the path of the night
in silvery tones and pearl
come closer, if you would hear
the trees whisper a constant prayer
the voice of the leaves, the dance of the branch
the breath of exchange that holds us all
come closer, if you would hear
the rivers run out, the veins of all life
the clouds pour down a blessing
the sea is the constantly beating heart
come closer, if you would hear
above the rooftops venus shines
the daidem, a star, entwined in her twilight hair
she sings the song of the life spark and the long dark
come closer, if you would hear
they are not far away, they are always here
the world is a garden for which we must care
before the old gods slip silent away
come closer, if you would hear
The Dreaming Path 