Ruah's Poetry

INSCAPE

It can take time

to know the heart of a thing,

a sometimes difficult 

and always simple

presence.

If you are lucky,

or blessed

that deep down in

drops its veil,

shyly, or with a shout.

You are changed

forever.

Making Lists

What if I made a list

not for the willful pleasure

of crossing things off

getting things done-

But for surprise

and noticing-

rain pregnant sky, happiness,

the silence after music, a poem

What if in making that list

my pencil broke

and released the scent

of clean clear gray

Peace in a Time of Revolution

To be still

In the curl of chaos

To welcome dark waters

And lightning strike

To steady

In webbed roots

As merciful wind whips leaves,

Blasts dead branches

To choose

This rough real

The generous gesture of a Heart

Emptied of all but YES

The peace of God

Is not my favored sleep, alas,

But rather trusting 

This bloody death

Is bloody birth

Fire Pieta
Sonoma County
October, 2017

Legs open wide on the blackened ground

She cradles the burned llama

Against the fullness of her body

An officer with a gun

Approaches up the hill

To perform the final mercy

She waits

Her eyes are lowered

I imagine she is rocking

Crooning