Sunday dinner

be good, try not to sin 
on no account become angry, try not to
feel guilty that your powers cannot extend 
to prevent bad weather, nevertheless
hold off the rain, stop the car from breaking down 
and your family with it at whatever cost 
keep your little brother and sister happy or a least 
quiet when strangers come to your dinner table, pretend
you are happy 
smile 

born again

I can no longer listen in that beautiful place where I can no longer be 
I once found myself there but she is no longer me 

That song sung then is over and done 
what now lies before me has already begun 

The music that falls between the notes
has brought me from there to here 

I waited so long to be born 
I long to listen, I can't wait to hear. 

stained glass

I sat upright in the pew, constrained in the muted light of stained glass, faded 
colours depicted scenes of stories from distant history while congregation eyes
bore into the back of my obedient bowed head.
Robbed of raw youthful rebellion by the restraint of religion, I pour my new 
found freedom into crystals 
I have them all
for solar plexus, sacrum, root to crown chakra 
I gather quartz, amethyst, tigers eye, red goldstone 
sneak out under the watch of the moon to hurl 
them at your bedroom window
to wake you up
to get your attention 
to stain your glass 

revelation

there came a moment with no room for a mediocre response 
when they came to being brave 
again 
faced with limited choices 
To Be Magnificent 
Or Not 
no room for grey
rise to the moment or be sunk by it 

the shift from one musical note to the next 
became the adjacent possible 
an inhabitation of the secret elsewhere 
the first step into another universe 
entering into a revelation 

light of the world

There is nothing new under the sun 
but there are new suns 
Original light shattered 
into shards that implanted into everything 
If you can, seek those in front of you
find the unlit suns
repair the world 

_{Image by Lisa Yount from Pixabay}