Having Fitz

GARDEN FIRE

The bright protected flames flicker
in the caress of approaching night,
and roar in awe of sudden gusting
awareness of the approaching storm.
Strange shadows dance in symmetry
with the strumming of Mother Earth
and the breathing of our garden friends.
Gather close about to sing and dream,
for these torches will warm our hearts.

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LOVERS

Lovers touch; touch,
and don't touch
in silence calling out to me
through walls of motel drab.
Whispered laughing
loses control too often
as he, then she
teases, and frets
in mumbled claims on the other's needs,
real and imagined ‑‑ by me.
Truth by osmosis should bridge
from theirs to mine,
from whole to lonely.
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The Crowfoot revered a plant whose flowers are so small they might escape the naked eye, proof that a man must not walk too tall. "What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the trembling night. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset

TABLE BLESSING

Close Presence, join us at this simple table.
Help us break bread that is a gift of your grain,
And the toil of honest hand.
Share a toast of pure water that distills from the heavens,
And washes away our fears.
Grant that our friendship here be ever strengthened
By the fruit of your compassion.

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