broken wing

to chance upon an injured bird

I first feel, “ah, broken like me”

nothing more than oneness

as is my joy when she flies free


yellow ribbons

facing the sun 

I sang to Her 

yellow ribbons of notes 

climbing from my throat 

riding Her rays of morning 


my melody 


of love 

for all 

for one 

for all is One 


the we 

the us 

the we of us 


with open ears 

with raw heart 

with gentle grace 

with new starts 


of sorrow 

of sadness 

of calling 

of kindness 


of broken pieces 

of becoming whole 

of awakening 

of remembering