postcards from paradise stitching up the sky

 

 

sometimes, i am startled out of myself

like this morning,
when the wild geese came squawking,

flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek

across the sky made me think about my life, the places

of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief

has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,

the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.

Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold

for a brief while, then lose it all each November.

Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst 

weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves

come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,

land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.

You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find

shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.

All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.

They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again.

 barbara crooker

 

 

 

postcards from paradise

 

here the last stars of a cold winters night are 

hiking up their petticoats and bowing to the promise of a new day.

i started long ago in the still dark,

thinking about the nature of healing.

how everything and everyone are

interwoven circles.

so that as you wake and reflect on light,

i feel your heart surging in the tides that crest between us.

your thoughts form in the welcoming air and touch mine;

and a thousand other points of light.

this morning i am keenly aware how

healing and love form in every cell, breath, thought, action.

everything we are and do

is an offering;

one must consistently choose love anew.

xoxo

 

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Comments

[debsaidit]

my heart flies to you
with fifteen feathers today
secret messages

[somepinkflowers]

{{ points of light shine on
from one heart's small memory
to another :: fly }}

x

[Susan Fox]

I consistently choose you anew, for you are love, you express it so beautifully here and I am grateful of our friendship... our on-line paradise is a place with no boundaries only the prerequisite of love...x

[Forest Dream Weaver]

In love we are all connected......

Happy Sunday!
Ruby

[Wabi Sabi]

We share connections in the stars, the sky, the birds that fly...from here to there...most of all... we are connected by the love that flowers here every week! Sending you a postcard and a bouquet from my paradise!