The Road

We need but keep
our friendship alive.
For in hearts grace resides
the song of dawn
first sung by Mom
and the rising tide
and the rush of blood
and beating of drums...
whispered in existence ever since.

Our friendship lives
through communication
kind deeds
a positive word with you
but also worlds
that continually give birth

For hearts grace
lends life and death
It promises both strength
but also peace and rest
which we all deserve
after lifetime's end.

the Song of Dawn
sings of eternal struggle
for peace and joy!
Let me lay my head in rest
and dream a little dream,
And set right the wrongs of worlds
in my life and those in sight.
Gift me with pen and paint to display
my hearts intent and pent up faith.

Mom first sung this song
with spark and eye and tongue
from continual rebirth of skies sign
and the burrowing of the worms
It is the lilt of the birds
and the sighing of the wind
And of Hope's landfall
with day's work done.
For it is the song of existence...
keeping track in time of works and play
under the moons sign and during days.

The rising tide
in warming climate
brings news of disaster
power outages
food shortages
disrupted
transportation
flooded streets
washed out citizenry
drought, disease
unexpected predation
of mercenary economies.
Pregnancy of New Years Baby
aches our Mother.

The rush of blood
with each new cry of life
with daylight's sight of reborn lives
and new works to be done
New Hope. New Love. New Faith.
New Song lilts on the winds of time.
Bringing new struggles for peace and joy.

Drums beat dancing
in plays of life
like heart animating
the Will and Strength of flesh.
The flame of righteousness
will be a citadel
against the horrors of night
in our travails for sanctuary
of our peace and joy's flowering.

Whispering...
existence leads us forward
towards a better life
that continually births
strength, but also peace and rest
to dream a little dream
of Hope's landfall,
our Mother aches for,
with new work to be done
while the flame of righteousness
carries us as we carry it.