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Sunday, June 12, 2016
things I have taken for granted, in no particular order
sunflowers
that my friends would always be my friends
and we would all grow old together
my ability to see, hear, think, move, and speak
time
every single one of my teachers
rain
love
my hope for a world where blood and hate are not splashed
across dance floors, playgrounds, schools, churches, theaters, and the streets of cities and villages the world over
that our children would outlive us
bees
Japan
~Hope June 12, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Genuine Artifact
I don't want to look at a picture of myself
unless it's a shot of me openly grinning
and I can see that the light in my heart
has burst across the lines of my smile and eyes
and now flows un-dammed all around me
I also might like a picture
if in it, I am flagrantly acting
in defense of some noble cause
and I can see that I am fully present
and as strong as I will ever be
...or if the picture shows me in total commitment
to a moment that anchors
my unswerving attention
and I can see that I am listening
to guiding words spoken
inside my oldest mind
and "I" am barely there
~Hope 3.2.16
unless it's a shot of me openly grinning
and I can see that the light in my heart
has burst across the lines of my smile and eyes
and now flows un-dammed all around me
I also might like a picture
if in it, I am flagrantly acting
in defense of some noble cause
and I can see that I am fully present
and as strong as I will ever be
...or if the picture shows me in total commitment
to a moment that anchors
my unswerving attention
and I can see that I am listening
to guiding words spoken
inside my oldest mind
and "I" am barely there
~Hope 3.2.16
Monday, August 27, 2012
I Cast Spells and Look for Tells
Derek Mikel Shepherd, my nephew
born February 24, 1980 - August 14, 2012
I watched as his father became the priest
presiding over his son's ashes
as they were strewn across the city-light-spattered bay
guiding his life fire
into the night sky's outgoing breath
None of us wished for our
falling apart
and coming together
All of us felt inadequate to the task
of speaking his epitaph
to the broken circle
around a heart
crafted with shells on the dark sand
by his family.
~Hope Shepherd
August 27, 2012
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