Life With Horace

poetry & essays


today, a while ago

a while ago I had a gift
and gave one too
a lovely boy
whose soul and name
my heart reached out and held
before his birth

and then he grew
gifts seized with joy
and challenge met with grace
in one quick moment
my life’s blink
this swoosh, bright energy
old true soul, became a man
possessed of loving honesty

now two score on
a truth teller thinker
dreamer husband father
nephew cousin brother son
above all friend
his light shines bright
held always
in my soul’s arms
and in my heart

for my son, on his 40th birthday

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doors through grief

I stand on the beginning side of grief
not knowing what that opening will bring
but trusting in myself and my intent
certain that this journey must be made

god help me there is love still
a garment now worn thin
a sigh, an ache about my heart
it cannot bear to leave behind but must

I do have hope, and do have help
caring hands to clasp, and loving words
but only if I ask, reach out, show need
and swing this new door wide to let them through

today there were new portents in the sky
great wings of clouds that formed a goose
a sign, a love borne gift come from the past
to urge the leap of faith, to go fly free

it calls out trust your spirit, it will guide you
trust your strength it will not fail you
a new door opens, heart is thrumming
and I step through

I truly think the goose-shaped cloud was my spirit guide the day I saw it.