Sorrow’s lasting lingers
Grief’s halting hesitates
With days’ passing
who we were
leads from loss
to who we might be
Amidst loss
blooms sing
In places of lament
petals shine
As the Poet reminds
flowers are Creation’s
#laughter & #joy
Through false withered message
we shall bloom into
petal’d blessing we are
In Creator’s bouquet
you are joy intended
As water moulds rock
acorn endures fire
& Jack Pine embraces wind
Patience nurtures change
not yet seen
or imagined
Good Morning #Winnipeg
Clouds gather
light streaks
& boom accompanies
When storms gather
may we be hands’ helpers
More than simply wisps
of condensed waters
Clouds
white, grey or cobalt
are canvasses upon which
imagination paints
Unto heaven’s whisper
we hearken
To Universe’s beckoning
toward stellar’s dust
& vacuum’s edge
her children respond
Heroes abound
neither caped
nor masked
Heroes abound
in stories shared
hands offered
upon solidarity’s unsung path
Good Morning #Winnipeg
Some live in what’s been
or in what is
or what shall be
In the Now
May we see one another
As stars cluster
light cascades
& beacon beckons
The essence of We seeks
gathers collectively
so all may shine as One
In each day’s ambiguity
easy answers tempt
& tidy tales entice
In paradox’s uncertainty
compassion creates clarity
#Appreciation is not
Pollyana’s tale to tell
Seeing what is
does not detract
from realising what might be
Good Morning #Winnipeg
Upon horizon
dog days beckon
In reflection’s pause
May we respond
to our hurts & others cries
Your reflections are most welcome!