waking up on the wrong side of heaven…

in recent months
i’ve lost a number
of friends
and
i was wondering
how someone copes
with the loss
of
a life partner
so i broached
the subject
with aunt bea
who said
there comes a day
when we all
wake up alone
familiar sounds
are replaced
by silence
morning meals
are no longer shared
and
sometimes
the meal is replaced
by
warm coffee

and
empty stares
into
moments of yesterday
i still recall
those first days
my movements
through the day
became
repetitive
almost tasteless
but
i’ve found
if one opens
their heart
the beauty that
was
begins
to remind you
of
all
of life’s beauty
and
the glow of lost love
warms each new day

writing on heaven’s walls…

i had planned
to sing
a merry tune
for you
to raise
your spirits
from life’s despairs
but
i could not find
one rhyme
while
words
of hate
fill the air
like
summer cicadas
nestled in
a nation’s darkness
so
i sat here
pondering how
to overcome
these barren thoughts
and
as i did
i saw one finch
join in song
with another
then
another
and
it was as if
god
had provided
the answer
we
must join in song
in a chorus
that defies
darkness
to usher in
the
new day’s
light

when we forget….

a child
dies
in the streets
of san juan
a father
buries
an only son
flag draped
for
corporate profits
a woman’s
condemned
to death
by policies
born
of blind fear
men
are assassinated
by
those
sworn
to protect
and
children
seeking only
a better life
are torn
from freedom’s womb
by
broken promises
so
when
we forget
we
cannot become
great
again
when we abandon
what
made us
great
in the beginning
our
humanity