Of the Earth

She woke up one dayand decided she mattered.On this very day,she chose to love herself.She bent her ear to thestill, small seed within herrather than the voices whopromised a plan for her life.Her fingers reached deepinto cosmic starry pocketsand took hold of the medicinethat belonged to her.She tossedthis unique sprinkle of balmwherever she went —and before long,a garden grewall around her.Flowers of ideaskept arising.Tell me,what could she do other thancut flowers and share themwith friends? Nowadays,she returns and tendsto the spiral love within her.She regularly catchessight of the gardenerwho whispers her name and speaks,“Keep going. I am with you.”She does…

Seconds Before Hallelujah

Hard days of grief press,pain not forgotten My Easter dress hangs limp in the closet. Messy hair, void of make-up, weary with remembrance Sleepy, I make my way into the kitchen. The tomb search begins,traces of light the intent I look for the rainbow everywhere. Gather remnants of colorto disguise the despair This is my urgent offering of love. Earth quakes a low moan,eyes well with tears (again) I never envisioned a scenario quite like this. Seconds are hours,heartbeat on high alert Death sensed in-between the robin’s song. Even as rose petals fan open, fear penetrates All I’ve believed seems…