“I caught myself whimsically smiling”

How muse-worthy the memories of true philos–

A cloud-bank catching and reflecting late-goldens.

“I laughed as a captive redeemed”

Freedom in wise-loving hands and holy unhooking-

A captive bluegill released returns bolting to pond-depths.

“I wept with no fear of being shamed”

Bodaciously rain storm thundered pain upon such spaces-

A rain-washed meadow, wild-flower seeded, now loosed to grow.

“I wrote the pain and heard spirit sigh with relief”

Oh pen, flow forth and back to this rich loamy fullness-

A Moccasin flower bursts in quieted pink-white glory toward the vernal sun.

“We are singing anew, this knowing of me through knowing with you”

Kindred graced freedoms banishing fears in trusted community; held-

“This is what God does; how love is; where life grows!”

rjs, 8-25-09