Presence

 

Living within the grace 

of one day,

this day,

today.

Love overflowing,

Joy in this place,

Spirit is showing,

No longer searching

for what I already have,

allowing my heart to

feel gratitude,

less stressed, 

more blessed.

I am here.

I see you.

Someday Soon

 

The elms of my youth

might be gone,

but those firs we planted are living,

or so I’m told by old friends.

The pines an uncle helped me plant,

even the one that was struck by lightning

on its very first day planted in the earth,

bam, like a spank on a newborn’s bottom.

That one is the tallest, no sign of early scars.

There’s a lesson there, I’m sure,

and maybe I’ll get it one day.