Month: November 2017

We carry their ashes
with ours.

Among us
they still become.

They,
no longer dust,

remind us
of our dust.

Their all,
their did and didn’t,

their should, their were,
teach us.

How we spend this journey
becoming them.

They whisper,
“Love.”

They whisper,
“Now.”
 

   —November 2, 2017

God kneels
on the street

Silence
It’s been like this

ten thousand years
Still kneeling

weeping
hand outstretched

My children
No judgment, no ire

Whole-making music
under our broken song

If only the others
could hear

Deep silence
Gentle weeping

My children
                        

   —November 1, 2017