Dare to Hope

A sip of madness
a breath of joy
a taste of a kindred spirit
a glimpse of the universal soul

This much of God’s glory
we may dare to hope for
it seems insolent
to demand any more

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Less Than Clear

Starting over sometimes
seems to be the best course
though there’s often no time
to return to the source
where you’d only rediscover
the joys of discovery
I guess that’s why we have
this thing we call memory

Even if you’re thinking
that you’ve seen it all
it’s important to get up
after every fall
each song contains the seeds
of a new verse
if we keep singing
we’ll make the devil curse

from pleasant surprises
to dire certainties
what keeps us going
are the possibilities
never over til it’s over
even then it’s unclear
if it’s an ending, or a beginning
that we really fear.

Joyful Noise

My joyful noise may sometimes sound
like the bellow of a wounded bull
or maybe like your grandpa
when you give his finger a pull.
Rarely like a heavenly choir,
but you can rest assured
I’m joyful to make any noise at all
after things I have endured.

Prevailing

The prevailing winds prevail
the clouds pale gray in the moonlight
cast shadows on the phosphorescent sea
bright then dark then bright again
like the sorrows between life’s joys
the prevailing winds prevail

This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.

This Union

The fabric was torn in 2013, but you can’t unplay a symphony. The echoes have a mind of their own.

At one time, perhaps,
this union
was the casually tentative alliance
of two vaguely kindred spirits,
Lewis & Clark of the soul
in search of Emotional Passages.
Perhaps two dancers engaged in defining
the parameters of a certain joy, bodies
working in pleasantly passionate harmony
with the understanding that the contract
would last as long as the music.

Surprise.
We began to generate our own music,
and threads of experience became this
tightly woven tapestry of a rich history which
continues to blossom growingly each day, our
simple melody evolving into the symphony of
this Union.