Poetry - 2024/2025
A den of lions (2025)
I will happily crawl into a den of lions
Or a cave of bears
Or perhaps a trapdoor spider’s tunnel
To breathe deeply the air of salvation
The unrelenting bomb raids
The othering of everyone to justify cruelty
The endless cycle of revenge
That is not the world I was ushered into
In which courage and kindness guided action
In which we still spoke of a moral compass
The lions will minister to me
The bears will comfort me
And the trapdoor spider will celebrate the living light
In all of us
When hope seems lost (2024)
Every dawn, when hope seems lost
And the days are littered with bad news
The sky envelops me in its endless beauty
As the sun and the clouds distract me with their lovely paintings
In shades of gray, white, blue, and orange
Slowly lifting the weights of sorrow
And replacing them with soft pillows of joy
In the guise of a vacation (2024)
Her mother was fond of saying
We are all victims of life
When another friend or relative
Succumbed to disease or injury
She chuckled to herself
When she read in the obituaries
That a 90+ year old had died
But no cause of death was given
Of course not, she would say
She was old
She took in all in stride
The death and the dying
Until death went one step too far
And invited her on a fateful journey
In the guise of a vacation