Cheryl

Snow in February where it always rains

But the husk of a seed is shed

Your voice is with me now
and that final hug I did not know would be
goodbye

A sapling in its place, crimson, and stretching out her roots and young branches

The joy he tries to hold on to even though he hides the hollow words
“I miss you”

She unfurls her leaves and reaches for the warmth of the Sun

When we are alone, and together we think of her. Sending little prayers her way
“We miss you”

Her fruits grow plump and juicy, glowing almost like smiles. Basking in the light and breeze and rivers of the Almighty

People I meet, I turn to her and ask for her strength and warmth.
And through my hollow sorrow

I know

I am with you

Written February 10th 2017

Soil

To live in this age!

To watch the world mercilessly tear itself apart

To try and not be swept away by the flood of fear, bitterness, and destruction

To try to build, where everyone tears.

To try to love, when everyone fears.

To try to smile, when everyone scowls or blankly stares

But I am only able to try

Because I am not alone in this

We are many, we are not alone

We are only dismissed or invisible because we do not yell

Our actions speak for themselves 

We who create from the soil of a wailing, decayed world

Oh, to live in this age!

Written January 23rd 2017