The Earth Turning

-------The Earth Turning-------

Our lives spin around

upon a fine 

and fragile point.

Over and over.

The tide turns a broken bottle into sea-glass.

I have walked through graveyards in Spring,

down dark, forgotten trails

lined by nettles and wineberry,

over hills, alone

and into hollers,

and I have been kissed

by the greatest 

beauty 

this world 
has ever known.

The sun will rise, no doubt.

If you sit quiet

you can feel 

the Earth 

turning.

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Longest Night

-------Longest Night-------

From the longest night

a beautiful, little seed

rises with the Sun.

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A Rose

-------A Rose-------

Sorrow 

need not be 

just a thorn,

but a gentle reminder

to take care

with the awesome 

beauty

at hand.

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Vocation

-------Vocation-------

Know me

as I know myself

better in the garden.

Forgiving my name to the Earth

and my plans to the movement of the seasons

I dig

bare-handed and grateful to the cold

for this chance to feel.

I am here

and very far away

seeing and unseen

like a memory on the surface

crouching humbly before death and life

and planting seeds

into a thousand years

of rebirth.

This is spirit taking shape.

Know me

true.

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