inspirational | hands in the garden

holding space for
past disgraces

in hands of crystal
pressed to
face

to profess
truths

that return
hurt

to place
of rest

as toes touch
earth.

you flowered in pinks
and yellows

and as the sky worshiped you
with sun-dance
eyes

i watched you bend to no breeze
standing strong where
you grow-

a treasure that need not
be told you
are so.

fate came
clawing

yet he evaded
its grasp

with a faith more moving than
the words chosen to
describe it,

while beneath skies that rolled
like jewel lined
meadows

he glanced up to find
remnants of
you

in that
never-ending blue.

’twas atop the
mountain

winds blew
fiercest,

as we stood
firm

in
nature’s
onslought

to recapture the
courage

we once
forgot.

stealthy whale
trails

raft’s torn
sail–

guarding soul’s
passage..

eyes in the back
of her tail,

minding tide’s
ravage.