A Good Ship

May 8

A Good Ship

Recently my life has taken on a surreal quality.  I stand in front of myself as if I were a business to be run or a project to be undertaken.  The intensity, uncertainty and drama seem to be on the wane.  There are choices to be made and outcomes to be determined, but this is all work and numbers, nothing at risk below the skin.  My heart is secure, true love its protector, faith its inborn light.  I am docked in safety harbor; the waves may rock me, but my anchor holds me fast.  

Follow your lead

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ALL- BETTER NOW

Mother kissed the booboo

And I wait for the admonition to take effect

Waiting, I count the problems

Like telephone poles on a long journey

What will it be like

The world all- better?

The anticipation nearly breaks me for awhile

Until waiting turns to disbelief.

A chill fills the space

And all- better becomes the cry

My sponsor calls for moderation

And lowering my expectation

The child’s ears ring with the promise to be fulfilled

She cannot give herself over to a world

Where band -aids are not a cure-all

But only a cover for the slow work of internal healing, scars and all.

Sheer survival is not sufficient for the screaming toddler

Heartbreak from injustice calls for more than endurance

But alas, a kiss is all we have.