The light gets in…

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen

the light gets in

charting aspects
of what it means
to be alive,
visiting the sites
where I barely
survived… praying my heart
will translate
the pain,
broken open
and shattered again…
my soul
laid bare
in tattered praise,
I’m grateful for the love that stayed…

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The symphonies of our delight…

To my friend Paddy and all those
we’ve loved who have crossed…

they touched
“they touched
our essence
with their songs,
in a twinkling
they belonged …
to the symphonies of
our delight,
sparks of radiance
made them divine…
with just a fraction
of their breath,
they knew
love does not alter
after death…”

Art by L Muri…

River…

 

river

I went down
to the river
to rewrite my vows,
merging
with creation
beneath hallowed boughs…

I went there
to wash
my misgivings
away,
the sweet waters flowed
into sentient spray…

And in the mists
of consuming
repose,
way down
in the shadows
my heart
was exposed…

In rivers
of mourning
I consented to the pain,
beneath
living waters
I will drink joy again…

Relapsed…

It’s the month of my son’s birthday
and I’ve been feeling the full throttle of grief,
but I know it’s just a season
and like any other, I must drench myself in its voice…

This is him on the great wall of China…

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it’s the month
when my breath catches
in the wind
and only birdsong is beneficial to my recovery…

when grasses
smother the fields
with ghostly impressions
of unfulfilled dandelion wishes…
my heart lies heavy
in the mornings
and to get up
means to face
another day without your presence…

leaves crackle on the ground outside
reminding me that you
were once there
in the sunlight…

I’ve relapsed into the dark pit of despair
and I must scratch myself out…

butterflies dance across my vision
in pale yellow tones,
inviting me
to escape into the deeper
meaning of eternity…
and I go with them
just to escape the folly of overthinking…

I surrender to the overload of sadness
and let it swallow me
in this season
of remembering…

I know full well
that it will come to pass
and the tide
of unrelenting sorrow
will turn,
and your memory
will again be pasted
into the silence
of knowing…

and your whispered breath will
bring me back once again
to myself…