I Marched All Night
I marched all night in my dreams
I carried on though my legs burned
With a fury that matched
The rage that filled my soul.
I woke and wept
And then dreamed again
Of justice love and care.
Tell me now
When will this nightmare end?
Circulation Blues
My legs have hard places
Where blood refuses to flow
Dark knots of veins
Weary from their work
And the weight they have carried
For so many years
How exhausting it is
How terrible the pain
When our precious hopes
Are clogged by the anguish
Of thickening despair
Keep moving they say
Wiggle your toes
Elevation is the answer
Go high as you can
Over the hate we can soar.
Circulate the love.
Dried Flowers
The grey mist covers us
Like a shroud,
Like a shield,
A damp beginning
In soggy ground.
What seed lies buried
In this Mystery
Deeper than truth?
The sharp spade
Of time, of patience
Prepares the ground
So our dried flowers
Our parched hopes
Might bloom again.
A New Year
Every year of my life
So far at least
Has brought sweet surprises
Little packages of joy
Found among bundles
Of disappointment and regret.
I have seen the sunshine
As floodwaters receded.
Weak from a downpour of grief
Chilled by winds of despair
I have found a hand
Reaching out with comfort
And love.
Let the years roll onward
As they will
As they must.
The hills seem higher
My body is weaker
But my spirit is strong
Sometimes I get weary
But I remain unafraid.
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