June 01st, 2022

Seeing in while looking out, is that it?
Standing at my kitchen window 
I hear song and bells. 
See the light. Wonder at faith. 
I hold unseen love against my bones
and unpolished granite stone.
A narrow path takes me where I want to go
and trees hang over the way. 
There are flowers and weeds: 
The weeds don't know the difference.
Nor do the lilies. I am still learning. 

xo