the teachings

Every agitation
brings a lesson.
some teachings come quickly
as a skinned shin in the shower.
others, the slow turn
of a wooden burl
into an offering bowl
beside bed.

When I was a child, someone told me
I sang off key.
what is the Great Silence telling me?


What are the teachings
of despair,
claw marks,
an abandoned friend?

I love myself,
and I forgive you.

Our wounds whisper,
howl and stab.
I must own mine
to let them go.
Every prayer becomes faith
that transforms a fight
into radiant light.
Walking into God,
we become one another
we become one other’s healer.

Each child,
a sacred sanctuary,
forever and ever
coming home.