Life With Horace

poetry & essays

sun turtle moonstones



countless shed
in rage and grief
for loss of life
and love’s escape
but know my friends
that tears
rejoin the earth
to fall again
as rain
and with these
moonstone drops
comes life renewed
a moment’s chance
to heal and wash
the stench of hate
into the sea
and pray
the only swords
we need are
gentle arcs
of green
sun turtle lines
of remnant tears
safe havens
for our memories

a poem for a day that always brings the echoes of a loving grief. I send these words to join those voices raised to shout aloud their sadness in the face of tragedy.

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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.