Rising from the Ashes!

Please attend;
Rising from the Ashes
Poetry reading on Sunday, Nov. 12th, 1-2:30pm
at The Sebastopol Center for the Arts

This is the poem that I wrote about the fire, since I will not be at the event I am sharing my verse,
published in the current version of the Sonoma County Gazette

The year of the Phoenix

Fires rage through homes
licking the last taste of uneaten feasts,
photos floating through the air
landing somewhere, anywhere
looking for the eyes of remembrance,
that we are not just lost to the collective memory
of our existence.
Sacred hearths of brick and mortar
still stand with ghosts warming their hands all around,
Do you see them amongst the ruins?
Statues of the calm meditator, Buddha
chanting, “everything changes only love remains”,
echo through the hollows of washing machines
and burned out car shells,
like giant insect hulls deserted.
St. Francis still beneficent, on the land of Marianne,
Praying for all our creatures
in flight and on the run.
Mary, always holding to the knowing
our hearts are good,
we are all innocent children within,
only needing love to thrive and be kind.
The humans have fled with their dreams
buried under nightmares of the uncontainable
power of fire.
We cannot fight the elemental forces
only call on them to hear our cries;
…let us breathe and bring the merciful
rains gathering from the ocean’s depths
to form sheltering clouds of moisture,
…wet our parched lips so we may lovingly
kiss the earth and start again, this time
leaving behind our warlike ways
in humble surrender.
Wings to the sky,
each of us a phoenix,
seeking rebirth and one more chance
to love and dance on the sacred ground
of the mysterious mother of us all.
Via
Magick
4:03am October 12th, 2017