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spring fling 

After long icy months

the little frogs emerge,

thaw out and sing 

their joy to be able

to sing for joy, sing wonder,

sing their longing, and ours,

a more than mating call,

naively throwing their hope

into the air, and ours, 

not just for the more 

but for the someone.

There’s little to do about it

but to notice the longing

and make a habit of knowing it,

even without words,

trusting it, even just

the high, earnest sound 

of our mating call for God

and the faithful waiting,

married to the promise,

which has also been faithful

for millions of years.

You walk along the pond and listen, 

let your heart rise a little,

and wait. 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light


 As I approach, 
it comes to me quickly – 

all four seasons are flowing,

visible residents 

of this mornings beach. 

Here are bands of snow 

from this spell 

we call Winter. 

Here, layers of leaf-surf to shuffle through the memories, 

we called Fall. 

Which, seems to me, 

was just yesterday? 

The sands dna carries the Summer sun,

still warm, 

within its restless, shifting soul. 

It whispers promises of returning warmth and sunshine as I stand, here and now, in cold, driving rain, 

working through markers of time,

arriving, right here, at my favorite season, 


Grief, death and hope are front and center,

as Vinnie’s beautiful, driftwood cross 

still stands as a memorial to his mother’s recent passing, 

as well as, the hope of springs arrival! 

Easter carries the sharp winds of death,

alive with the eternal mystery of resurrection. 

I realize there are many symbols of spring, 

on this mixed media stretch of grainy life: 

The all-weather gulls floating, trusting, 

eternally free. 

The rhythm of the waves forever dancing with, 

continually kissing,

the shore. 

Then there’s me,

aware and alive, 

with possibilities 

of love, 


even that slippery word, 


surrounding my steps!

It doesn’t matter

that you aren’t here yet. 

Knowing I am worthy of this is enough. 

There are awakenings,

rising strong on mended wings,

trusting the healing path taken, 

even as the work continues. 

Allowing these

shy, twinkling lights 

to glow and illuminate 

the most fearful, secret corners 

of the darkest rooms 

of my heart. 

I smile and silently shout, Yes! 

I promise to love and be loved!

I am willing to let love all the way in! 

Can you hear me, wherever you are?

Will your heart shout out as well?

I can’t stop smiling. 

March and Courage,

these fearless lions,

who will lead us all home –

right where we belong. 






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