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,
As I approach,
it comes to me quickly –
all four seasons are flowing,
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,
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,
The rhythm of the waves forever dancing with,
Then there’s me,
aware and alive,
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.
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.