Well, there he is again.
Sure, I thought he was gone.
I forgot that he is not here
To haunt me;
For the heart of the
Boy on a bicycle
When there are rumblings — literal and metaphorical — around the world, it’s easy to be affected by them. That’s what happened to me.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Brush sways heads of browned leaves;
A stark contrast to the brilliant, glazed snow
Shining in the glow of morning sunlight.
From this angle, those twigs seem like
Darkness or shadow.
But shift to the other side and you’ll find
It, like the snow, is fully
Like drones rising up
We are eager to catch first light.
It’s Winter, so the catching
Is not too difficult;
Though it may be hard:
Stiff and inflexible like
The frozen melt on top
Of old snow.
We tramp through anyway.
The reward will be sunrise.
Participants in #Quest2015 wrote, painted, and played about our sacred joy. Though I could never cover all of the wonderful responses, here are a few:
Here is “What If?” as recited by Zohreh Habibi (@EricaZohreh on Twitter). Hearing this transformed the poem for me (and I composed it…)
What if the world were flat.
Would that change the color of your favorite tree?
What if you only had one more day to live.
As part of #Quest2015, Pam Houston provided this prompt: “Sit quietly and ask yourself, what in the last day or week or month has made your heart leap up? Not what should, or might or always had, but what did. Make that list. Be honest, […]
Some time in the Summer of 1991, John Bennison encouraged me to create a set of recordings of piano improvisations. We talked about the how since we knew the where would be the sanctuary of the church we both served. A church member loaned us a beautiful acoustic piano. […]