grief

I woke

A morning pulls me to go out of doors

And stand among the cosmos

To allow the lights to christen

Into promise, will I be witness?

God is listening,

The universe displays his breath.

Shhh, it says,

Pray.

© CMM. 2020

Morning sun rises

My soul’s shade is lightened now

No rain weigh it down .

Copyright © CMM. 2019

I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”

An autumn morning with

crisp awareness of summer past.

Brings to memory how

the saints soon hover and last.

Orange pumpkins lay to rot

Along the porch and drive.

While chapel bells ring

calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.

Copyright © CMM 2018

Kindle reflections

Distant morning dove morns

soulful meditation

@ CMM 2018

"Master, pity they servant ! 
He is deaf and 3 parts blind.
He cannot catch thy commandments. 
He cannot read Thy mind. 
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness; 
nor make him thy kitten scorn.
He hath none other God than Thee 
since the year that he was born . 

Lord look down on they servant! 
Bad things have come to pass. 
There is no heat in the mid-day sun, 
nor health in the way side grass. 
His bones are full of an old disease-
his torments run and increase. 
Lord, make haste with thy lightenings 
and grant him quick release."
 —-Rudyard Kipling, ‘ His Apologies ‘ 1932

I walk upon the canvas

the gray and green elephants 

walk around me. 

Always in dimensional lights

of bright and then dim

the gathering of familiar faces

was all that I could see. 

I look to see upstairs to find

and you were not there. 

I continued down the stairs 

the face of your adversary 

standing fatter and pompous.

A distant call was hung into space

I heard the gritty sound of ignorance,

I heard the sound of disgrace.

I never saw but knew.

I asked this fatter one where,

where were you? 

He turned to another and gave directions

I could no longer contain the pain,

as I beat upon his chest and

cried with years of disdain…  

Copyrighted:  CMM 2016

I tried to cry but the pain was there

I felt the hour of our shared despair

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears from another day

A mother gone so much not said

A wilted memory and sadness shed

A soft word in a written note

A longing shared our grasps  remote

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears for another day .

Copyrighted:  2016 CMM