She and the Sea
Her soul needed refreshing
she returned to the sea
when the waves came, her troubles leave
her hair played with the wind
her smile swept across her face
she felt the universe give back her grace
early morning from darkness to light
rise into colors of orange, pink, reds
she nodded and watched, no words said
Her soul needed refreshing
she returns always to the sea
where the waves come, her troubles leave
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Remembered
An hour of time,
a lifetime,
a pause,
a moment,
a second,
memories
measured,
by who
remembers
the times…
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A Great Lady
Her face, was like a road map of all special places,
her eyes the ocean of knowledge and strength.
Yes, her words spilled out of time, joy and sorrow
asking for someone to listen, love and remember; she was here.
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International Women’s Day
I entered my garden of Gethsemane,
with the shroud of my womb
choking closely on my shoulders.
Weeping across my soul the red stain
flows into the vine now twisting into my
human flesh of pain and sorrow.
Mother of Mothers, whose loneliness
and desperation sheds the crust of my body
calling out for the new bread.
New bread for the generation left
from a Mother’s tears,
at Mary’s feet; the world weeps.
copyright: CMM 2009
Eagle and Child Inkling 