To Powers That Be

Bring peace to the island,

Alone in this storm.

Let the winds pass,

So he may rest safe and warm.

Bring peace to the pearl,

Secure in her shell.

Stop pulling her out

To drag her through hell.

Bring peace to the prophet

As he finds his way.

Show him the strength

To get through each day.

Bring peace to the helper,

Surrounded by wires.

Help him survive

His trials by fire.

Bring peace to the woman

Whose body is weak.

Ease pain and suffering

So that she may speak.

Bring peace to the moose,

Whose forest is falling.

The demons he faces

Are fierce and appalling.

Bring peace to the wizard,

Who seeks to find wealth. 

Give him more power

And bolster his health.

Bring peace to the she-wolf

Plagued by great fear.

Offer the knowledge

That no danger is here.

Bring peace to the bird,

Alone in her tree. 

Remind her she's loved

And soon to be free.

Bring peace to the warrior

Who's battling himself. 

Help him find worth

And accept being helped.

Bring peace to my people;

They're worn to the bone.

Remind them they're loved,

And that they're not alone.

One with the Universe

I am one with the universe.

My soul swims in the seas,

In the skies, in the stars.

My pulse echoes

The rhythm of the cosmos,

Singing the silent song

Of a thousand setting suns.

I am one with the universe.

My body betrays and binds me,

Grounding me in the green earth.

The cosmos calls and cries,

And I join in its wild dance.

Spinning spirits surround us,

Beneath a thousand shining stars.

I am one with the universe.

Thinking, feeling, knowing, being,

And yet little more

Than a whisper on the wind,

A winding spring in a splendid watch.

I am one part of a whole,

And the whole is in me.

Me and Mine

There's always a place

With me and mine.

Come, join us;

We'll have a grand time.

Welcoming arms

And open hearts

Build a safe place,

Each member a part.

Stop by, friend;

Meet me and mine,

Then you'll soon see

It's gonna be fine.

Unsent Letter No. 7

More than seven years.

More than seven years have passed

Since I loved you.

When you left,

I was far too naïve to understand why.

I get it now.

I know now

Why we couldn't be together anymore.

I understand.

Our love was pure. 

We were innocent, but we were wrong.

We didn't know.

We didn't know

That it was more than it seemed;

To some, a sin.

I've wanted to reach you,

To meet the person you've become,

And introduce myself.

It's been more than seven years,

Since you left me, alone and confused,

Without even a "goodbye."

Dust and Grief

Some things are buried

In boxes and bags,

Wrapped in paper,

Coated in dust and grief.

Emotional labor;

Digging through time,

Uncovering a past,

Brushing off dust and grief.

Whispering threads,

Ready to say goodbye -

It's time to let go,

Passing through dust and grief.

All things shall pass,

Fading away in time.

Better to be forgotten,

Escaping from dust and grief.