THE BATTERY

Resentment creates corrosion

of the heart

Without forgiveness

our little engine that could

can’t, won’t run

as it should

‘cause the battery acids

that escape

drain us of 

the power to love.

THE BANDAGE

It keeps something secret

like a mask.

Left on too long

what's beneath

suffocates. A wound

is nothing more

than a story

waiting to breath 

its first breath,

a voice ready to escape

into the world.

Stories are wounds

and wounds are stories.

Each needs the other

for healing to happen,

for humility to show

its humanity and humanity 

to show its humility.

A face without a mouth 
can say nothing of the truth.

WINGBEATS

A dove inside

a deep dark shaft

flies toward the light.

Its tiny body

wrapped in rope

is hoisting

a steal box

a safe

with a heart inside.

An impossible journey.

An impossible weight.

But the dove is making its way

to the surface of the world

one white wingbeat at a time.

THEFT

One day

the moon

will be

mine.

Watch

and see.