Saturday, March 26, 2011


among the soft words of the place
i know as home
so many are spoken
so kindly
so truthfully
that they compel through their mere existence
the need to be addressed

among them and most especially i know
the voice that passes through me
and honouring that voice
amid the turbulent divergence
and diversions
that i know as life
gives me hope

hope sings its song
in the language of every listener
shaping its body to the form of the cup
from which i drink
of life's experiencing

hope asks me to see
by the flickering candle flame that is the short-lived gift of my life
the great and small possibilities
that i am
and to love and respect
each as fully as my very own children

hope compels me
to embrace
my reflection
in the wine
that is this world