You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.
The AvowalAs swimmers dareto lie face to the skyand water bears them,as hawks rest upon airand air sustains them;so would I learn to attain freefall, and floatinto Creator Spirit's deep embrace,knowing no effort earnsthat all-surrounding grace.
In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.