the white-haired Mexican plum tree is a sign for good
brave blue flower in the stiff wind is a sign for good
children playing unselfconsciously is a sign for good
spirit taking the trees by their tops and shaking them is a sign for good
you have to hang on to your signs while you have them
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At 3:00 am, sleep skitters across the room, a shy mouse, out of reach. I lie in the dark and hear more of them in the walls, the ceiling: old decisions, choices long past, regrets, sorrows, fears, yellow-toothed and dirty, chewing wires. At this rate lights will flicker, come winter. And so I call You,…
Day of the Lord You have this thing that begins as a wave, Hurried thing, it takes to task the columns of unconvincing elation. Ever present regardless of the wind or the decisions of humane individuals eager for motive, and cause, and effect, and things wrapped up before the end comes at warp speed. …
I was afraid to walk into my pain, but I saw you standing there. Your arms opened wide, so I’d slip right inside, I could feel how much you cared. My tears fell like rain, again and again, but you gathered them all, as you felt all my pain. I know who you are, for…
Brown-eyed girl, make yourself a home in love. Move on in. Set up your furniture. Decorate the place how you like. If you want to paint, paint. If you don’t like the layout, change it. Knock down some walls. Open up some windows. Whatever you feel like. The house of love is yours to make…
How would you describe the summer of 2020? What images and words come to mind? For me, I see my fingers curling around a cobalt blue pen, my knuckles dried out from floods of hand sanitizer. I’m sitting on a bench by a local river on a sunny June afternoon. A few days before, the…
A man lies face down on the sidewalk weeping in our neighborhood the Catholic Church placed a candlelit shrine at street level. The church is closed for public safety But people need to pray “to earnestly implore” the dictionary says. Only those facing darkness can dig deep enough to do this —humiliation, submission, strength— to…
Yes! Hold onto those signs.
Sarah,
Somehow I feel as long as I have sight and the desire to see the signs, I’ll see them. I feel sorry for those who have never noticed them. Loved the visuals. When I walk through the cemetery for my long walks as I hear the rustling in the trees, I think ahead to the day where they will clap their hands.
I love this, Sarah. We miss more than our share of signs, but it would do our heart good if we remembered those signs for good. Thank you for your words of encouragement.
Loved this, Sarah. I don’t want to miss the signs, especially the signs for good.
Just simply beautiful and compelling.