leaves in the wind
It reminds me of too many people in a room,
That snug feeling that has nothing to do with snuggling
Or small children reading stories,
under an appliqued quilt in December
Or the joy of making words from alphabet cereal before the milk goes on.
Too much sound for my system to hold-
Because I couldn’t decide,
I forgot how to know something
In the region of my gut
Where the muscles form knots
With the threads of a life time…too tight;
Too many groceries on the kitchen counter
And I had to put them all away
In the cupboards
In the drawers
In the bin in the refrigerator that holds the two apples, one lemon, and an orange.
I go from up to down in less than a minute
And every ritual of comfort loosens the band across my heart…
Every prayer that cuts it clean and clear.
We call it
Holy release,
Letting someone go,
Off the hook,
Not over the barrel
But ,
Releasing someone from their obligations,
Their wrong doings, missed marks, less than smooth sentences that hurts one’s heart…
Hurts one’s story, one’s decades, one’s memories
In order to
Crawl out of a hole;
Find raspberries still ripe on the vine,
Cut the last coral roses off the climber near the pergola,
Pour water in clear vases.
To begin again,
To transfer trust, to leave the train behind, to sleep through the night;
To leave that which no longer provides,
For a new life on
holy, holy, holy
Holy Ground.
Beauty,
Rev. Donna Knutson
There is grace on ground like this
we can say that every step we take
of every day we live
Wherever we are is sacred ground
every bush we see burning with holy
every rock singing glory
every bird testament of abundance
every flower testament to extravagant love
every waterfall
every rainbow
and moonbow
and drop of the summer rain
shimmers with promise
rocks standing firm in the faith
glittering in sunshine
we are made of stars
held together with mud
breathing the breath of the creator
the matter of the universe
life and death our greatest gifts
the space between can be our heaven
or the darkest shades of hell
we choose our path with every decision
free will is our constant companion
choices are most important
guard them well. Keep moving.
Keep letting go.
🍁
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 