Again and Again

After your soft heart has been ripped through

by Suffering Unexpected

and it seems nothing will grow here again,

Grace remains

patient to hold you tight when you pound and pound,

begging questions with no answers.

Held tighter still.

Grace that never stops, always present

and chasing after you as you

scurry about,

retracing memories and promises and always

needing just one more piece,

looking under rocks through the woods

and sometimes the houses too.

Which began when first words were uttered, now,

it sits with you, on this tree stump

and tears help flowers grow

where life was taken.

A Dance

During my short, 

and bone-chilling walks 

through the snow I often 

admire the bold Evergreen. 

He stands tall and rarely 

bows to the wind; 

reminding me that 

life and hope prevail. 

Then, today, I looked 

to the great Oak. 

She, too, stands out amongst the others 

with her old brown crunchy leaves clinging 

closely to the branches. 

"I'd prefer the Evergreen," 

I thought. 

Then, I heard her leaves rustle. 

And I realized, the great Oak knows, 

more than any other, 

to dance with each whisper 

of music the wind provides.