Summits

Every real thing

is a question, “Will you?”

a summit where we overlook the world.

And suddenly we understand

what courage is required for life .

Everything within, without us

cries incessantly

how resolute is truth,

how towering and resplendent;

take a breath.

Everywhere we go,

we go from arms to arms-

lingering like the sun

with a last look, a sigh

on shoulders.

This world, my soul,

my God,

heaven is my heart made large enough

to love You the way You deserve.

Cover Crop

Small bones,

multitudes of sins -

yours, mine, together.

Boiled down for broth,

choking in our throats.

Shovel over all,

cover in this heavy earth

the carcass,

bleached by sun,

buried deep now,

better left

to insects underground.

Forgiven. Not forgotten, 

but remembered only like the refuse in the soil -

collected, composted, recycled for
our better loves to grow.

Only for our better loves to grow.