Dad

Always working hard

Making sauce, giving bear hugs

Finding God in us

 

December 18, 2016

 

This year for Christmas, I am writing haikus for each member of my family.  Here is my first one for my dad. 

 

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my love for you

in a world

of gods

and loves

and ashes,

all I can hope for

is for mine to be

pure gold…

love tracing

down

our backs,

marking a code

of innocence–

this moment

startled me,

but the love

I have for you,

or had–

it startled me more.

 

August 2, 2015

Let Us Be the Light

Knowing

that one religion

is not one religion

it is one love

We are all

here

and we all need

that one thing

fly away to the one truth

that was ever needed.

Love

me

like the sister I am to you;

why can I only use the term

brothers

Our Love

transcends

we must learn

and accept

and embody the truth

that God the term

is but an empty promise

but God the Truth

exists in every form,

every purpose,

every light.

Let us be the light.

Let us be with

Him,

with Her,

with all of us,

in the truth of “now.”

May 28, 2015

Home

I’m not looking for The One.

I suppose I’m just looking for the one I won’t get tired of.

……

The number of betrays I have felt–

they are buried down deep

and it was not until I was ready enough to hold the shovel

that I could dig them out and start to peek

at the friends that I fell for,

the hearts that broke

a piece of mine away

and it’s like I’m still looking for the pieces.

…..

I never intend for much of anything

to happen

because once I feel like something is “home”

like someone is “home”

I want nothing more but to stay in one place

in time

and swim as the minutes swoon,

tears fall, smiles appear

…..

I don’t want them to go away;

this explains why my biggest fear is change

….

Not just any change,

like the nickels in my pocket,

the grass stain on my shirt,

my aging years, the new day coming

….

We learn lessons not from god,

but from his gifts

this world is nothing but experience

and yet all we want is not thankfulness,

but choice

between “who” and “what” and “when”

and the childhood friends that soiled your memories

or maybe just burned up the sides

of the one polaroid you have left.

..

All I want is to go home.

.

All I need is to realize, to accept,

that home is not the same place it was when I left it.

………………………………………………………………………….

May, 25, 2015

Enter

One falls

into life

as one

into a wave

of innocence

and time,

front porch

balconies

aligned with

mason jar lights

and salty sea air

 

Seagulls rise

and fall

into murky depths,

unbeknownst

to the fish

in front of them,

awaiting God’s approval

to tilt their heads to the sun

 

You enter this way–

beachside.

 

July 10, 2014