January 29, 2018, Prescott-
What is the quality I value most in you,
dear friend?
Why, it’s the one quality
that time and tide can
never extinguish:
The fire in your heart,
that is reflected in your eyes,
and in all you do!
Stay the course,
warrior princess.
You have long to go.
I’m honoured
by your presence.
January 8, 2018, Prescott-
He was like Gibraltar’s rock,
working day and night
to secure his future,
and those of countless others,
for he was a man of finance,
and a man of principle.
I’d have trusted him
with the account I am building.
He loved a sacred space,
not far from where he
and his beloved
had lived
for over two decades.
He worked the grounds
of that sacred space.
I had the honour
of working alongside him.
Now, he has taken his flight,
after a life lived powerfully.
She was in the worst of pain,
the sort that only a flood of love
can even come close to healing.
Those closest to her,
not knowing her level
of suffering,
tended to other matters.
She tended to her matter,
and took her flight,
after a life lived tortuously.
We know not what
is in store for us.
We can only live
in as much of the Light
as we can absorb.
We can only absorb
as much of the Light,
as the size of our lens,
will let in.
Our lens is
only as big,
as the heart that
it mirrors,
and the lenses
off which
it reflects.
So, I honour
a forthright,
valiant man.
So, I feel pain,
for a tortured
woman.
January 1, 2018, Birmingham, AL-
On this day that symbolizes new beginnings
in the Western world,
I recall these.about the year just past:
A little girl and her family,
guided me to funnel cake
and fireworks,
interrupted, only mildly,
by a man-child and his drone.
As an uncle of mine,
winged his flight
to heaven,
his only granddaughter
redoubled her efforts,
and earned a college degree.
I made a friend,
three years ago,
whilst moving on,
from a ridiculous series
of actions on my part.
That friend is still very much,
in my life, in my heart,
and one of the strongest
young ladies,
I have ever met,
has done us all proud.
My friend, her mother,
is the impetus,
and the guarantor,
of that amazing trajectory,
which will not come crashing down.
Happy 18th, to one of the first children,
of the Third Millennium, of Anno Domini.
I left Spring Hill, earlier today,
having made an older lady feel valued,
a tortured dog feel safe in my presence,
a loyal relative feel honoured.
Two more days remain,
of my journey back to Home Base.
December 4,2017, Prescott-
(I watched an episode of “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit”, this evening. It dealt with several horrific family issues. One was children as collateral damage.)
He may well never know
what a treasure
on which he turned his back.
It was a matter of disinterest,
on his part,
back then.
It is less than that ,
now.
I have seen
how well you have done,
in spite of his disinterest.
Survivors often do
outlast those
who torment them,
who act as if they don’t
exist.
You have not only
continued to exist,
you have transcended.
You are masterful,
interested in a fine young man,
certain to make a solid mark,
both of your own,
and, perhaps, together with him.
You are ever wondrous,
focused,
setting goals
that you have already
attained-
and we know,
there will be other goals.
They will be reached,
because you are
determined.
Your mother knows
just how high you will soar,
how many dreams
you have
and how hard you will
work to attain them.
I watch,
from the distance
that has been set for me.
I feel wonder,
pride at even being
in this observer’s seat
and, on occasion,
am invited to your sideline,
cheering for you, full tilt.
I know what he is missing.
It is the world.
November 23, 2017, Prescott-
The day set aside
for giving thanks
as family,
has not failed me,
for a good many years.
All my married life,
we had blessed meals,
with a couple of minor mishaps,
here and there,
which never quite
detracted from the
overall amazing meals,
which we prepared.
about two-thirds
of the time.
The years of widowhood,
have sometimes seen me
the guest of our Navy,
enjoying copious amounts
of well-prepared food,
or my being somewhat
a guide to the splendours
of Julian Cafe.
This year, my son
is in Korea.
I am here,
and most fortunate
to have a fine chef
as a very special friend.
Her daughter is following
closely,
in those culinary
footsteps.
What my friend does,
she does with love in her heart.
So, it went
that one of the most bountiful
days of the year,
was once again blessed.
November 14, 2017, Prescott-
If I am chosen to serve as a co-ordinator for international students,
I would work to make their time here a cornerstone of the rest of their lives.
If my son safely completes his time in service,
I know he will make a huge mark in the world,
in the time afterward.
If it be God’s Will, I shall not be moved aside
from generous acts of service,
both here and far afield.
If there be a clear sense of reality,
the good people of the world
will find a way,
to end imbalance,
for Puerto Rico,
Kurdistan,
Rakhine Province,
Sri Lanka,
Syria,
South Sudan,
Rockport- Port Aransas,
central Appalachia,
the Navajo Nation,
Uyuni,
Haiti,
Chicago.
If justice prevails,
those being marginalized
will see solutions,
that honour their
creativity,
their intelligence,
their dignity.
November 13, 2017, Prescott-
(The idea behind last Saturday night’s Dream Gathering was to generate somnolent energy, in one small space. It’s not certain just how much this happened, but here are some dream-thoughts, that came my way, in a quiet Ceramics Dome, a little ways from the disrupted gathering.)
Kathryn Heaton,
a child of eight,
somehow lost
on the way
to the home
in which you’d
lived,
since age three.
You had never
seen me before,
but took my hand.
My GPS memory
led us to
your grandmother’s house.
At the walkway,
a teen she-wolf
stood and told me
not to trust you.
The snarling girl
had issues with you,
who was half her age.
I turned towards
the front door,
and you were gone.
Having slipped past,
and gone- somewhere.
I followed the werepup,
down a gypsum trail.
My shoes had disappeared.
As I recalled,
where I had left them,
a fifteen year-old,
another girl I had been
helping,
confronted me,
saying that my advice
was bogus.
She was with her
new boyfriend,
who said he knew
which way she should
turn.
I told her,
“You will find your own right.”
Have you found right,
and peace,
Kathryn Heaton?
(All characters in this piece are fictional.)
November 6, 2017, Prescott-
I’ll go back to Viet Nam, about five years from now.
Nothing I remember is likely to be there.
Yet, I like to see how a nation grows.
I’ll go back to central Maine, in a year, or three.
The people to whom I caused some pain,
are mostly gone away.
Yet, it will be good to make some sort of amends.
I’ll go back to Israel, within the next ten years.
The places I visited, thirty-five years ago,
will be there for centuries to come,
yet, I need to approach them,
with greater reverence.
I’ll go back to Massachusetts,
at least once a year,
until the time comes for
my first angel to take flight.
Yet, I suspect that will be
some years in the future.
I’ll go back to Korea,
sometime in the near future.
Yet, I will be a prodigal son,
both atoning for breaches of manners
and honouring the roots that
my own seed might put down.
I’ll return to the American Southwest,
each time I need to pick myself up.
As here, the desert and mountains
inform as to the way to renewal.
(Note to the nervous ones: I’m not moving anywhere, any time soon.)
October 30, 2017, Prescott-
You, the Secretary of Homeland Security,
have deemed a ten-year-old girl,
with Cerebral Palsy,
a threat to national security.
How so?
A taxpayer’s question:
Is she receiving treatment,
for her condition,
whilst in Federal custody?
How so?
People continue to be
pitted against one another,
on the basis of world view,
by those whose primary motive,
is retention of power.
This is framed as defending
the patriotic from the disloyal.
How so?
Two political opponents
accuse one another
of being in collusion
with a foreign power.
In each case, how so?
One faction of government
claims it, alone, can help
long-suffering and struggling
people.
How so?
Too many, among the elite,
see division as the only way
forward.
How so?
October 29, 2017, Prescott-
A couple of years ago, one who is closest to me
said “I forgive you”,
in the context of reassuring me
of his filial devotion.
It was not specific to anything,
leaving me to guess,
as to which of several possible
lapses in parental judgment,
to which he might have been referring.
Others, over the years,
have accepted apologies
and held me to my word.
Still others, have simply
dropped out of sight,
though no one ever
drops out of my mind
or heart.
Conversely,
I have forgiven
all but one or two,
of those who caused
my late wife so much
unnecessary pain.
All she wanted was to die in peace.
That was too much for that one,
those two,
whose concern was more about
money,
about rules and regulations,
than human decency.
If I want to be forgiven,
by those whom I have wronged,
then I have to forgive
the worst of the bad,
as well.
Christ said it,
so did Baha’u’llah.
So be it.
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