life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

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.


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

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