Author: Karen

Micah: 6: 8

it took years

to know myself

to part the curtains

own what i found

and

knowing myself

refuse to retreat

to “go to ground”

karen

Overtime

the roses bloomed
gone in an aster afternoon
still i stayed on
the shadows grew
the maples changed
before i knew
why should i work and worry
no wage could ever buy
the opalescent wonder
of a rare October sky

contemplating history on my hands

Mother

Grandmother

Great great grandmother

how lovely you were my ladies

for i can barely force your rings upon my fingers

yet i shall carry you with me

in honor of Love

more durable than diamonds

karen

singing love songs
surrounded by the patterned light of matins
and the sound of other singers
entwined in litany and dance
the music of the spheres

-Karen-