the forestĀ 

Great Grandfather lean down to me 

place your thin branches 

around my little frame 

cage me close and keep me safe 

in this big unknown 

cover me in foliage to guard 

protector of my heart 

from the predators at large 


not for the hand to hold 

but to claw the thin skin 

to bleed me out 

your mighty limbs will 

criss-cross my heart 

and I hope to die 

in the dirt where your roots lie 

great beginnings I wish to grow 

my own boughs of shelter 

for another 

to live in the world of love


and what of grace?


pain in the folds of paper

origami boats creased

precisely and firmly pleated

pain we were caused

pain we caused

folds over folds over folds

pain over pain over pain

building in artistic intricacy

all the layers of pain

causing more pain

until you are finally ready

sailboat of parchment complete

you head to the rolling river

standing on the bank

acknowledge each creased cringed grief

ready now

to say goodbye

set her sailing

releasing your once folded soul

to open in loose ease of relax

and float in the freeing

as the river of grace

allows the rest to

float away

magic in warm wonders

magic in warm wonders

raying down on us

great star we circle

can create


jewels on our eyelashes

shimmering sparkle as we stare

face tilted skyward toward Her shine


cast our skin in melted wax

allowing heat to permeate

in it’s liquified melding mold


whispers to the sleeping birds

to wake in song as She rises

pinks and oranges on Her fingers

painting the horizon in a wash of


magic in warm wonders