belly burning bright…

I want to see sweetness instead of shortness
in the brief breath of butterfly days,
to taste the seeds of next summer in the last slice of melon
and to believe in restoration even as angry words tumble out on top of themselves.
I want to honor aliveness that way,

 to believe that being is more than doing,
seeing is more than proving,
beauty is more than pretty
and that the oppressed are touched by grace each time we pray,
praying even fierce comfort into their suffering,
comfort that defies understanding,
angels whispering living things that slice right through the torment
and that no one ever,  ever suffers


It’s hard to hear the horror….to let it rake across your soul harsh
until your coals burn gray and ashe,
but I will believe that it matters what our hearts cry out,
that we can hurl our voices into the universe
and they’re heard.
For the lonely,  for the stolen,  for the terrified,
we can release penetrating light and it makes a difference.

We are not helpless;
keep the fire in your belly burning bright.


“The world is indeed full of peril,  and in it are many dark places;
but still there is much that is fair,  and though in all the lands love is
now mingled with grief,   it grows perhaps the greater.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien

(my monthly  zine,  Ripplesongs,  is also burning bright with hope
and unmuddled joy,  fresh from the oven  in my little  etsy store
if you’d like a
copy to have and hold and hopefully share)


raining quiet thunder….

I see you there,  little tenderling,
pushing through rock  hard earth,
reaching and stretching,
as the harsh night glazes over bitter cold
and still you breathe into the change,

Uncurling to sky and light and now,
opening wide the trueness of you.
Yes, I see you there,  brave one,
and my breath catches
and I have to stop
and hold my heart
because it rolls me

your fragile petals cupping sunshine and hope
in brittle frost that seems to slice right through your gentle way
and yet you stay
and pour your song out unafraid
and it gets me in the places where sometimes I still hide
and I marvel how you’re strong in a ways I only dream to be

dancing braver into the open
and deeper into the deep,
I hear your quiet thunder raining heaven over me.

(this little love note i write to you,  too,
dear one, who is braver than you know)

“Courage is found
in unlikely places.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien