When uncertainty dawns
Sit still and close your eyes
See clarity through Divine eyes
Of barriers vanishing at your command
Of your path revealed one step at a time
Listen to breezes whisper your name
Your beauty, your place in this time, in Creation
Your guidance toward your destiny
Feel the earth pulse through your veins
Flowing from veins rooted in heart of Gaia
Flowing eternity, energy, goodness, grace
The day shall be revealed
Moment by moment
of heartbreaks and severed limbs.
They descended, swarmed
gathered, linked arms
the single voice of multitudes
obeyed a primal directive
to protect the babies
to preserve family dignity
fighting for brown children
against cages and cruelty
against the white whims of insanity
defending America’s future
from repeating acts of evil and hate
from a legacy of future despair
This is Bonnie, my friend, neighbor and colleague. She flew from our comfortable Town of Trophy Club, Texas, to fight for our nation’s heart in Washington D.C. in the Families Belong Together march. Thank you, Bonnie.
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Child, you still see through eyes
unobstructed by experiences
of failures and hopelessness
of people lost and love betrayed
Your eyes shall witness a future
that Time herself has yet to conjure
as divinity and humanity wage war
to protect the heights and depths of Life itself
A Time . . .
of countries sundered by evil despots
of inventions that unify global families
of weapons perfected for genocide
of medicines that promise immortality
of streams, glaciers, birds sacrificed by human greed
of Mother Earth embracing warriors who protect Her domain
of portending words of gloom spewed from costly pulpits
of whispers of faith and goodness by those pure of heart
of demons who worship banners of religion and nation
of saints who fight for justice, protection, righteousness
Child, allow me to join your sojourn to the future
for just a Time and a half a Time
to share with you my crumbs of crusty wisdom
to see visions of promise through your eyes
For grandson Roman. Inspired by his mother’s (Megan) keen photographer eyes.
on hot summer days
This six-foot potted plumeria tree started as a cutting I bought at the Honolulu International Airport. In winter, it lives in our garage given our finicky Texas weather.
Shaded by bonsai
He watches me tend and prune
When I was about four years old, I had an imaginary friend. “Mr. Goto” lived in the back of Palolo Valley in Oahu, Hawaii. He was an old Japanese man with a long white beard. I used to talk to him a lot, which really freaked my mother out. Meet Mr. Goto.
I will not ask you to free me from these cages
For Papa told me America is the land of the free
And when you learn my parents do not steal or kill
You will set my family free.
I will not ask you to protect me
For Mama said that Americans love their children so much
that you give them all the food, clothes and toys they want
and someday you will come to love me.
I will not ask you to show me mercy
For Padre told us that Americans love God so much
That they build big buildings to worship and prove
that they love the way Christo loves us.
But I must ask you.
When I finally receive asylum in your country
and I become friends with your sons and daughters,
Will you invite me to your house?