a path, cleared

If I gave you advice
you would not take it
as I would not

If I told you all those lessons
hard learned
bruised and tear stained
you would just brush them aside
only to hold fast to your own
pinned ribbon of woe and sorrow
pain and fear

But this I will say
and take it or leave it

you are a wonder, a creation of great worth
a beloved, well suited for your life ahead
you are strong and mighty
stand up and move forward

the path is cleared


Epiphany-tide, ordinary time
before our Lenten ashes and fasts
how extraordinary this time of silvered days
etched with gold
scented with resinous incense
of cedar
and myrrh

sweet grass braids 
draped across sturdy Saint Joseph
release their green scent
each time our door opens
to the cold wind
as the sound of angel wings
drift in with the snow

time enough for reflection
in iced panes
blue as the Madonna's shawl
that blue of trumpeting morning glories
and mourning that results in joy
ahh the quixotic nature 
of faith 
in light of all that would make it unseemly
and foolish

yet, here we are
in the ordinary time of Epiphany
praying for the scales
to be rubbed from our eyes
and the touch of a garment
to heal our stigmata wounds
chalking C M B along the lintel
and shoveling a path
on the road to Gethsemane