HOMING: A French Pantoum Poem

Homing toward that something to which we are tethered
The never-ending process of being
A willingness to give up one’s willfulness
Homage, loyalty, serenity and then, in the quiet space: joy

The never-ending process of being
What if it’s not what you think?
Homage, loyalty, serenity and then, in the quiet space; joy
A gift that keeps on giving

What if it’s not what you think?
A willingness to give up one’s willfulness 
A gift that keeps on giving
Homing toward that something to which we are tethered

THE FIREWORKS WITHIN YOU

Greetings, My Love

I am here to speak to you 
through symbols, powerful symbols,
in words intended more to be felt 
than heard. 

I speak from inside of fireworks 
igniting fireworks igniting fireworks.

I am the fireworks 
that are firing within you these days
...indeed, in all your days. 

And, as with multi-stage fireworks, 
I am the first one, 
not complete until the last 
has spoken. 

I am the last, 
which cannot speak 
until those that come before me 
have burst forth in all their splendor.

Each is a “Bravo!” 
igniting a “Bravo!” 
igniting a “Bravo!” 

Each is a celebration 
igniting a celebration 
igniting a celebration

Of you.

Who am I, you ask, 
that I might so boldly speak 
such deep and glorious truths?

I am your joy.

"I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be full."  (John 15:11)