Living the Dream

There is gathering in the glen,
a swarm over the blossoms,

your friendship is a breath
on the frosted window

your words, the scrambling chicks
to the wing of a mother

From something greater than we
comes the phrases that raise
the Lazarus linen sheets
with words and images

Swift to it, my sister,
hover over the sweetest rose
move an embryonic need
to be a part of the bud’s creation

Hurry, brother, lift us
from a harrowed field
and save us from stubbled promises
that will be plowed under.

Creator, take these bouquets we offer
recognize that these are all the gifts
we can return to you for leading us
directly into the path where we could meet
and hold each other’s hearts.

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