We serve the moment,

bespeaks the Lord

 

To live eternal

—in time untoward

 

(The Book Of Prayers: January, 2021)

While safe in my corner,

so sure of myself

 

I criticized everything,

what’s thought and what’s felt

 

Secure in the fantasy,

my back to the wall

 

Returns to diminish

—the big to the small

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

I gave my heart to someone in the rain,

the clouds exploding, witness to my vows

 

The water carrying away each fervent wish

—to stream in happy aqueducts of love

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

Planted where I am,

I watched you blossom in the field

 

Time being what it is,

I picked each moment that would yield

 

Love that’s to be shared

takes on new meaning as it sows

 

Joy to spread and flower

—beyond where limitation grows

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

I didn’t go far,

but I went far enough

I could have reached deeper,

though finding so much

 

I could have seen more,

but my vision remains

I could have hoped longer,

though wishes retain

 

I could have stood taller,

but my back is still straight

I could have blamed others,

though forgiveness my trait

 

I could have loved more,

but my heart is still full

Bereft of my yearnings

—eternity lulls

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

 

Everyone hates me eventually,

so why don’t you do it now

 

Saving us time, uncoupling the rhyme

—your anger my presence endows

 

(Martin’s Dam: January, 2021)

Lightly armed and uncommitted

—the question always turns to why

 

(Martha Brown’s Woods: January, 2021)

What is… inherent,

what’s not… implied

 

Epiphanous moments

—waiting inside

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)

Do you have to become what you observe

to really understand

 

To claim a new identity,

your psyche contraband

 

Must you pass straight through the mirror,

reflections left behind

 

To truly know what lies beyond

—whose essence you must find

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2021)

What you ask me to deny,

I in many ways affirm

 

The truth will not belie

what your apprehension spurns

 

Believing in myself

and the voice that speaks within

 

I cast new seeds into the air

—and beckon the four winds

 

(Haverford College: January, 2021)