the giant locust climbs
slowly out of the fertile ground
year by year
it ascends

first the head
then wing by wing
as the field
gives up its stone

I receive the sacrament of sunrise
as I watch
   the sliver of this new day
        a sacrament that lights the way

It is given with a breeze
It is given with a song
It is given with a ray

I receive the sacrament of
   of continued life
        and the gifts along the way
this sunrise of a new day

When wind is woven into trees
they bow and dance and breathe
…the branches bend
…and leaves move free
when the wind weaves through the trees.

When the rain is woven in the ground
the trees they drink
…and flora sups,
…their thirst is quenched
when rain it weaves itself into the ground.

When love is woven into lives
they mend and heal and thrive
…the fruit it swells
…and amplifies
the love that’s woven in the lives.

Our destiny is woven full
of love and loss
…like wind and rain
…this pain and grace
that makes us bend
…will also mend
…and help us breathe.

(Photo taken by Timothy Herbert)

Oh the lover’s eyes
that take me in
and see a secret self,
unseen until this moment.
A fleeting moment,
caught between the dust motes,
…for our hearts connect
across the room.

I remember seeing for the first time, the man who became my husband.  We saw each other across a room full of people.  Now, 40 years later, we sit in recliners across the room from each other and occasionally I will look up and find him looking at me.

An ice cream cone
A dollar unspent
A moment returned
A kiss ungiven
A word unspoken
A moment of peace
A glass of wine
A kind word spoken
A hope fulfilled
One last wish…