Amen

A friend reminded me of what a friend once said, grateful that I am:

For love my friend is not a thing like money
nor can it be a word however sweet
for love is measured not in words of honey
not words, not even deeds but in a heartbeat

and until we meet again may Friendship
hold us in the palm of his hands

Amen

Reclaim Me - I Walk Through

Reclaim Me... alkaline fluid in the veins of an unknown...

In the midst of some music there is a burning

that cannot be undone, or done without.

Like it or not I walk through.

Cancerous or not I walk through...

Wondrous Harp, splintered filaments,
coppered Heart burnished to Gold:

nothing is sold but the Spirit Be.

If it could be done, I would.

If it can be done, I will.

I will...