Wanting to Build Bridges

Some mornings when I toss crumbs,
Birds land to eat their breakfast feast,
I hold the hope these feathered friends
Might come to be less afraid of humans.
Each time I offer blessing–
Loving them along their soaring way.

As for trees that look down,
I blow upon green leaves,
Leaving them rustling from wordless prayer.
One day near or far away my form,
Then gone to soil to feed their roots,
Might in some mysterious way
Soak into hard core, flow within sap,
Stir secret memory of my soft breath or
Touch upon rough skin, some kindness to be
Shared with those seeking shade upon hot day or
Shelter from storms of life…
Please pass to strangers lingering under limbs
Deep peace from me, through you, to them.

I want to build a bridge that links,
Draws closer human nature to the
Whole of Nature, alive and growing.
Whatever tears I shed
For Higher, Greater Love— let them
Come again as drops of dew upon green grass,
Sparkling as diamonds in
Early hour of hopeful dawn….

May I leave this world
Richer for my being here,
Alive and present for this brief time—
The Whole of Nature passed on through friends,
Companions on the Way from this moment
To wherever Destiny calls me to go.
Let me leave with wider vision,
Sure of invisible Divinity that stirs within,
That gathers into One a fractured Infinity,
cleanses, refines, loves,
Elevates everything to greater Purpose.

Swift as Trembling Breath

Quietly I sit, back braced against fading night,
Watching for first break of morning,
Breathing cold mountain air, arms sweatered against the chill.
This dawn— blue mountains frame the Great Face,
Slowly lifting as it always does above shapeless sleep,
Mysterious vapor rising from dreamy lake.

This sacred moment passes quickly— never to return—
Like smoke, like victory, like God that wakes to
Walk across this pristine Earth, tranquil and at peace.
There is no need to pray, for prayer is everywhere,
Emerging so deeply within my Being that words
Seem stiff and strained while wordless wonder reigns.

Just before light breaks forth— comes a sound—
A doe slowly walks across this holy sight,
Her silhouette dark against the water’s mirror
As in some ancient fairy tale where breath is held,
Waiting for entrance of the Prince of Peace.
Even a sigh might startle this broidery of opal sight.

Swift as trembling eye kisses newborn day,
Spirit hastens on her way— Orison comes,
Consumes the night and in succession
Casts his splendor upon awakening Earth.
I stretch my limbs and stand to claim,
Preserve this gift in quiet memory and verse.

Clarity, Too Soon, Will Come

Waking to sound of tinkling chimes,
Only to discover that morning mist
Almost hides the world in silver fog.
Leaves of grass still hold the dew,
Lingering for a brighter sun.

Sitting upon stone steps above the lake,
I pray for blessing upon this precious world,
Seek within sounds of singing birds,
A hint, a subtle theme that elevates the mind.

Although the world is softly muted now,
Clarity, too soon, will come. For now,
This precious moment hangs upon a charm,
Wanders in the rising breeze to touch
Eyes filled with mercury and tears.

Somewhere close, God walks—
Breathes and quietly moves
Upon the distant hills, across blue water,
Through mists meanders slowly,
Dancing thoughts not mine to know or claim.