A Cat Poem

The marmalade cat
dozing among the nasturtiums
likely doesn't think herself as such
she simply is what she is
and does what she does
inventing herself moment to moment
as she goes along

After Always

After always
when love becomes a dream
infinite and unforeseen
it takes you by surprise
and there before your eyes
a place yet you know
a place you've always been
infinite and unforeseen

Freedom

I flirt with Freedom
in these days of practice
but it's more than a theory
Freedom.
I court Freedom
in the practice of surrender
where I become free
to be myself.
I woo Freedom
in the practice of letting go
of others to be themselves.
I encounter Freedom
when I subjugate myself
to Him
and to Love.

A Season

Eyes rubbed raw
in pain and grief
have darkened the face of spring
while new life takes leaf
"It's nothing but a thing"
say some by way of relief
but that "thing"
was a significant part
of my life
was my other
and still I sting

Oblivious

Ahhh - She was that beautiful
so that men's eyes would fasten upon her
as hands molding her form;
and I don't think
she ever caught on

Oenology

Bold and salacious
with overtones of lust
and soft, deep kisses;
loaded with subtleties
hopeful glances
gentle caress'
and laughter
with a finish of sorrow
and painful regret
if relationships were described
as a wine
how do i really feel
when I just can't drink?

"Good Enough"

Had I to go some place
to be in His presence,would I?
"There are limits,you know,"
and, "It's so far,"
or, "It's not fair."
And since being "good enough"
really isn't, and
how I spend my days
is how I spend my life
I now cease to ask
"How far must I go,"
before it's considered
a sin?