lifts her dark petticoats with the last faint whisper of stars
before summer pillars cascade
in seasonal haiku
holding loss and promise in equal measure
before ravens whip air and cloud in enormous black wings
catching my breath somewhere between
gravity and longing
i rise to witness the pure slate of morning....
mystery becoming light all over again.
i choose the lens of forgiveness,
the practice of seeing with new eyes, a renewed heart;
the world around me, and yes,
it is an almost weightless place
the miracle of light new enough, the forgiving heart open enough
to believe the world can wake itself up to love.
as if we too could once again be small,
to see the miracle of it all.
today my paradise is seeing the world through
the open heart of forgiveness,
where dear friends
has paradise taken you?