How badly do I want
deep communion with God?
Can I let go of world-consumption
erase the sin of ingratitude?
How badly do I want
to walk with God
in the cool of the evening
to be fully alone?

My soul refuses to be content
with anything less than God
all else is but illusion in the wind.

I count the blessings
making all moments
into one holy kiss
a joining of spirit
to the Divine.

God whispers my true name
in summer breezes
howling storms
morning bird songs.

Again and again
God calls me with
my truest name:
Loved One
Beloved

A song with a forever
sweet refrain:
my Beloved, My Loved One
My Heart.

I DIDN’T HEAR THEIR CRIES

I hoped and prayed to give birth to a baby
with labor pains and precise breathing, this was my dream.
What happened was science intervention
an emergency C-section, no pain or quick breathing;
I find this to be very sad.

They were lifted out of my being, one at a time
and handed off to the waiting teams to care for their needs.
I laid their on the bed listening to the words being spoken,
praying I would hear the sounds, I was so anxiously hoping.

I laid in silence waiting to be moved
and asked my doctor, “how are my boys?”
In a very compassionate tone he responded, “they are in good hands.”
But doctor, “how could that be, I didn’t hear their cries.”
He looked at me with very sad eyes
and said, “dear we are fighting very hard to save their lives.”