She is above the law

and does not wear a badge.

she is beyond the rule

and does not need a shield.


With wide open eyes,

she mocks blind justice.

With wide open arms,

she gives peace and mercy.


Without empty threats,

she feels my pain with me.

Without leaving a scar,

she uses a velvet glove.


True to the alchemy,

she transforms love to life.

True to the incarnation,

she instills life with love.


Being of nothingness,

Force to be reckoned with,

Mother, daughter, sister

Wisely says, “Let it be.”

The Beatitudes

Blessed are the weary, for they will have rest.


Blessed are the kind, for they will be received.


Blessed are the stewards, for they will be sated.


Blessed are the givers, for they will be forgiven.


Blessed are the searchers, for they will be found.


Blessed are the listeners, for they will hear God.


Blessed are the spiritually abandoned, for they will be one with God


Blessed are the gracious, for God cannot do it without them

The Will of God

“Don’t worry,” the young one said,

“I’m getting to you by the labyrinth.”


There is a lesson in these words –

I want to be told, what to do,

to be clear on my directions;

but as I walk life’s labyrinth,

it is clear that is not the case.


So, these words teach and assure me –

The way is cooperation

with many twists and reversals.

The labyrinth is not a path;

it is a way through to oneness.


We are not alone on the walk;

we share with many travelers.

Sometimes we wait; sometimes they wait.

Sometimes we clear the way for them;

and, sometimes they show us the way.


We cannot change where we have been

or worry where we are going.

Like the wind, we are God’s presence –

sometimes gentle and merciful;

and, sometimes strong and reckoning.


So the young one’s promise rings true –

God does not tell me what to do,

and yet, Her directions are clear;

“Be happy,” and “Be not afraid,”

this is the way to Her in the labyrinth.

Wren’s Song

It’s happening, Joanna’s water broke,

we’re more than ready, but I’m still scared.


Breathe into every moment,

be the coach, we can do this.


It’s been hours and still no baby,

and Joanna is having a lot of pain.


I breathe with her and work with her,

be one with each contraction.


Her water broke so early,

there is no fluid to ease the pain.


What to do, what to do, can I call a time-out.

No, life must be lived and this must be done, now.


The contractions are constant

and the pain is relentless.


Joanna got an epidural and is getting some rest.

I am going to try and sleep, too.


She’s awake and Joanna says the “baby is coming”,

this is going fast now, let’s get it together.


They’re not ready but the baby is,

We can do this. we are ready.


Joanna grimaces, pushing with all she’s got,

the baby is coming. the baby is coming.


Hello my little one, I am so happy to hold you,

my heart sings listening to your cry.


Life’s breath of Love –

and Love’s breath of Life.


Justice speaks the truth


Justice is blind

with ears covered

Mercy is shocked

with mouth covered


Justice gives nothing

and takes it all.

Mercy takes nothing

and gives it all.


Mercy listens with respect

and convenes with a fiat

Justice will not hear of it

and adjourns with a quid pro quo


Mercy opens a dialogue,

“Here I am”

Justice closes the book

“Guilty” or “Not Guilty”


Mercy truly listens






Bold Goal

I was summoned to the Office;

a call had come from corporate.

I knew no good can come of this.


Cautiously I entered the room,

and sat down hoping against hope,

that I could walk on the water.

Alas, the message was of doom;

and, no one could throw me a rope.

My own words lead me to slaughter.


I was flayed by corporate’s rod

and wallowed there in self-pity.

“They” could care less about the why –

Function follows form for façade.

Yes, compliance make things pretty,

I wrote rules, I cannot defy.


“Don’t they know; this is an outrage?

I’ve forgotten more than they know!

Why do they have it in for me?”

“It’s true, then, you’re on your own page,

you take the lead and they follow.

Tell me, how’s that working for you?”


“I’ve lost the battle and the war.

I see the error of my way!

OK, fine I can change it back.”

“Wait, not so fast, you must do more,

it’s a pound of flesh, you must pay,

sing their song to avoid the sack.


Reverse the clout of the gossip,

and call them to change the subject.”

There is magic in listening –

From fond feeling flows fellowship.

“Hey, big guy, your plan is perfect,

your scheme is worth remembering.”


Lesson learned, it’s all good, again,

back in charge of my destiny.

“Through adversity comes enlightenment.”

I Have a Dream

Your young shall have visions,

and your old will dream dreams.

stand there to do something.


Listen to the silence.

Listen to the rancor.

Listen to my neighbor.

Listen to my shadow.


I live life in discord;

Love love in harmony.

I stop to smell blossoms,

I pause to welcome all.


Wait for all to keep up.

Wait and begin again.

Wait and change the end.

Wait for community


We can put up with us.

We can take care of us.

Alternative Facts

Don’t piss on my shoes and say it’s raining,

duplicity is the real terrorist.


We see, if you disagree, “you’re fired”.

We hear, if you cause problems, you’re gone.

Blow smoke up his ass and you’re admired.


“Mandated” by the skin of his tooth,

with factless frenzy, he betrays what’s real.

It’s his truth and nothing but self-served truth.


Un-resilient he must have agreement,

he tweets “I know you are but what am I”,

and then demands respectful testament.


He does not listen and speaks with forked tongue.

It is his hubris that troubles me most:

despite his bottom’s line, his crap is dung.


The extreme vetting is so ironic,

he issues orders like he’s herding cats

and disenfranchises with the sardonic.


Resistance might be pissing in the wind,

and trusting this gilded narcissist rough.