In the moonlight,
gloaming up from earth
with great soft wings,
flashed cross her face
and found their nest
In her azure and sapphire soul.
They blessed her heart, and the fire
snap-crackle and rice krispie
popped in merry affirmation.
Dirty Deeds done with malice,
weaponized words hurled with spite,
and the bloody results are never
never to be ceded to
or granted might.
The towering taunts and punches
of the privileged must fall!
But in this night
and under this tawny moon
acceptance shimmers in
fresh and renewed glow.
Find your peace with what transpires,
as the wind finds the leaf’s soft
as the water finds the stones to smooth
and curl around,
as the flower finds the sun with eager questing
as the soul finds its Homely Rest in
Grace’s Guiding Heart.
Transcendent, trans-formative and tender
mercies gush and geyser up and
artesian always out to water and
resurrect and restore
the juicy apples from
the Orchard Acceptance.