A Truth in Long Term Marriage

There are traditions

That sometimes seem

To defy reason

But once followed

Reveal a truth

So precious it could only have been found

In the execution of something

I was told to do

But didn’t always believe in

That has been the case

With marriage

For it has been

In long term marriage

That I have come to receive

What I never expected

I have come to receive

A certain beauty

Of a touch that carries in it

So perfectly


Of mistakes and forgiveness

Worship and bliss


Of equanimity, frustration,

Fear and happiness

All wrapped up

In the warmth and smell

Of a touch

That is most familiar

(A touch

I have experienced

More than any other!)

A truth in long term marriage

Is that there can never be

Another lover

Who has a touch

That carries in it so much about love

(So much about being human

And so much about the world above!)


The Risk in Gifts and Skill

What would I be

If somehow

My biggest gift

Was taken far away from me

What if I could no longer


The very thing that makes me


And what then

If everything I value

Was somehow lost

What if I was left with just me

Me with no frills

Me with no particular talent or skill

What if I was just


Here without all the things

I have learned to hold so dear

I think maybe

My heart would pump

And my mind

Might be so much more


In fact I think

I might finally know—

That anything I do or say

Will be enough

That to be just me

Will be enough

That the real reason

I have always been


Is so simple

And so true

I am


To be love


I am here to be love

With you.

Sadie’s Rocking Chair

As Sadie grew

She saw God in trees

And then

When Sadie was old enough to work

She found God in faces

That was,

Until mid-life

When the faces grew dark

And Sadie had long forgotten

Light seen in trees

At mid-life,

Sadie would find God again

By falling to her knees

So it wasn’t

Until her hair turned grey

And she could no longer

Get down on her knees to pray

That it was God

Who went looking

For Sadie

(And God found her

Right there

God found Sadie

Sitting with all

Sadie ever really needed

For all Sadie ever really needed

Was Sadie

Right there

Sitting alone

In her own perfect rocking chair.)

The Risk in Sacrifice

Dear One,

Try not to choose

Against your soul wish

For every time you do

A small piece of regret

May fall to live inside you

May find a spot

Way down

Close to your heart

Where it can only grow

To push against

Pure heart beating

Dear One,

Try not to choose

Against your soul wish

For regret may come to live

Regret may limit

All the love you have to give


Dear One,

Any time you have

A sweet choice to make

Take a deep breath in

Feel  pure heart beating

Then remember your soul

Remember the reason you are here

Know the reason you are living

Dear One,

Whenever you have

A sweet choice to make

Breathe, feel and remember

Then do what it is that

Your soul knows is right

(Keep your brave heart


Wildly beating)!

How to Be with Unmet Needs

Dear One,

If you have to wave your arms

Furious in the air

To get your needs met

Fill your heart with love

And hold onto the stars instead

You can’t let go of your needs

But you can also hang onto that star

Trailing sparkling stardust

Showing just what your needs are

Now hold on for dear life

Be that solar flare

Or the comet racing by

Just don’t wave your arms

Furious in the air

(Do a fine dance through the sky

As the heavens come to open

And fall straight into your eyes)

Dear One

Your face will surely glow

As you get your needs met

God will always provide

God is your safety net

You never need to worry

Or wave precious arms in the air

You just need to know

What to trust

Then take yourself

Flying through the air.need

Sadie’s Stare

When Sadie was young

They taught her to smile

When she met someone

For Sadie had been born

With a look

Very serious

They worried that


Might think something

Was wrong

(Instead of what

Was really going on

That Sadie cherished

Deep thoughts

And what

She found to be important)

Instead of knowing

That in her own sweet way

Sadie would be giving

They worried that others

Wouldn’t like to be

Greeted by Sadie’s

Quiet, concerned stare

And so they told her

Over and over


When you meet them”

Then as Sadie would greet them

She would use so much energy

Pushing down her urge to stare

And remembering to make her lips curl

And her eyes twinkle

That she forgot

The very thing inside her

That gave her

Her special sparkle

(A love for all things


And all things personal)

Concentrating so hard

To act like the others

Sadie would awkwardly grin

As she lost her perfect ability

To find another’s pain within

Sadie put a happy look on her face

And kept it there

In a game so strange

Soon each “hello”

To someone new

Felt like a mission



And worse than this discomfort

Was a sad truth

That Sadie had forgotten

What she was born

To know was important–

That in every room

Would be someone

Who didn’t need smile

But a pair of deep eyes

To look into

So that they could

Share something

They had been waiting

To share

With just the right person–

The person who was born

With a  perfect,

Quiet, concerned stare.

Sadie Learns to Listen

Sadie was finally getting the

Hang of it—

She would never ask a question

Without grabbing that big stick

With the equally big net

Attached to its end

So that when she would stand

Face to face

Across from her friend

She could hear the answer

As words in the air

But also use her big net to snare

All the rest of the environment

Swirling around them

So as Sadie was engaged

She listened to the sound

And used her net

To make sure and catch

Every other vibration and tickle

Just like they were clues

Pieces of a puzzle

That just one question could create

For it wasn’t only what

Sadie was asking

But what her friend was waiting to hear

And what he needed

To get off his chest

So Sadie finally learned to

Take great care with her net

She treated every question

Like it was a test

What could her friend be hearing

And what was the reason

And the hope

In the answer that he gave

For while Sadie may have had a question

Her friend had the world of his own to tell

That if Sadie spent her time

Just hearing the answer

She had been looking for

She might miss

Swirling in the sentence her friend gave her

The angels and the dreams

That were so waiting to give

And this is how Sadie wanted to live

With all the possibility of love

Caught and revealed

In her big net

She learned to cast from above.

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