deep magic

I hover between rejoicing and grief
My brothers life is saved.
Cancer defeated with the deep magic
of science and the deep magic of prayer.
He will grow old now, his blood newly
Created and restored.

On my knees,
I rejoice and shout with tears,
Praising the God of creation and healing.

These tears mingle with despair
For our nation, its cancer, metastatically blighting
Families undone.
I am undone from the cries of babies
And grieving mothers clutching their empty arms.

I shout to the God of strangers,
To save those angels we turn away
Inhospitably in our hot deserts,
The infants pulled from their mothers breasts
To crouch on hard hearted floors.

I look for the magic to find the cure,
The deep magic of hope and love.
Save these lives too, I pray.
Restore and re-create the country I once knew
Bring back that deep magic
Of welcome asylum,
That deep magic of sanctuary and home.

Fear Not

Angel of Bluebirds

Fear Not

My footsteps, muffled in the frigid morning,
break the icy crust
of the nights snow.

I scatter offerings to the winged creatures
as they perch in the fragrant evergreen boughs-
with bright eyes, they watch me.

As I turn to go back in the warm house,
celestial voices are lifted in song
and the sound of wings echo in the air.

His voice on the phone
sounds strong
and brave.
The stem cell transplant
is scheduled
for the new year
with word
that an angel will appear
to watch over him-

fear not.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings… Luke 2:10

*** This was written several years ago before my brothers stem cell transplant. He continues to do well, is still in a chemo routine that will be a part of his life, but he is living his life without fear.

Fear Not

Angel of Bluebirds

Fear Not

my footsteps, muffled in the frigid morning,
break the icy crust
of the nights snow with each step

I scatter offerings to the winged creatures
as they perch in the fragrant evergreen boughs-
with bright eyes, they watch me

as I turn to go back in the warm house,
voices are lifted in song
and the sound of wings echo in the air

his voice on the phone
sounds strong
and brave
the stem cell transplant
is scheduled
for the new year
with word
that an angel will appear
to watch over him-
fear not.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings… Luke 2:10

*** Dear friends, As my brother faces this next challenge, I ask for your prayers, good thoughts and positive energy. My prayer is that he continues to receive excellent care, continues to respond to the treatment and that he lives a long and happy life. Thank you, Kathleen