A Shower of Prayer

Prayer peeks her eyes toward the sun,head tilts sidewaysinhales what is —No more, no less She is love draped with angst.A myriad of concernsweaves through her —a pleada wisha hope Prayer is presenceto what is here, now She is an infant held in the bosom of a new mother —an eye gazea reflective pausea rock to and fro Prayer is expressionof all that bears like lead She barrels in as —a swashbuckling piratea shoulder shaking widowa mud puddle splash She makes no apology for how she arrives.She is fully herself —Take her or leave her. She is wide strokes of…

Wholly Made

Beautiful soul – Before you look into his eyes and tell him you love him,(please)look into a mirror and gaze at your soul-filled windows and love yourself. Before you go chasing down his good looks and his long stride,(please)chase after the creative urges you have within and give them life. Before you write him a love letter expressing all his fantastic traits,(please)sit down with a fancy pen, smooth paper and proclaim the fabulous nature of you. Before you tell him all the things that drive you crazy for him,(please)give yourself kudos for the unique pizazz you bring to your union….


Dwelling on much today as I celebrate my son who turns thirteen on this International Day of Women. What a gift to be his mom and I hope I can live into this poem to pass on the torch of justice, wholeness and Divine Love to him and his brother.

Coming Back to Center (Pt. 1)

Did I ever tell you I’m magnetized by circles? It’s not that I even realized my attraction to circles until one day, I told my friend, Harmony, I picked a rug out with circles, and she laughed. She followed up with something along the lines of “I’m not surprised. You have circles everywhere in your house.” I do? It got me thinking back to an art project I did in college. I created a video of all types of objects that are, you guessed it — circular. Centered on the screen, it flipped from bottle tops to coasters, from stickers…