The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you: Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want: Don't go back to sleep. Peopl

  At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, l

    Conjure something glowing Take this day You were born with hands for spinning Talent for dreams and making them real Roll the hours like yarn

  EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was fill'd with such delight As prison'd birds must find in freedom Winging wildly across the whit

    sadness, goodbye but hello again you are the writing on the ceiling you are the writing in her eyes sadness, sadness, you're not that bad I ca

    when a child leaves the breast for solid food it does not look back it grows the seed is nourished by earth then spreads towards the sun so:

    The dawn light. A light rain. I hear it on the treetop leaves. Then, the mist. The morning wind blows it and the clouds away. Now colours dee

  the day is remarkable luminous, joyful so easy, to live with the taste of colour love makes me laugh and, at the last moment, I open my eyes

    Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old walls. Let me lift and loosen old foundations. Lay me on

  I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I've tried it fine

  The point is the seeing, the grace beyond recognition, the ways of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown, beyond the range of language, beyond i

 He said, I am with you always. That means, when you look for God  That God is the looking itself,  Yes, and the thought of looking And the y

     Let the immeasurable come.    Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.    Let the wind turn in the trees,    and the mystery hi

    All the others translate: the painter sketches A visible world to love or reject; Rummaging into his living, the poet fetches The images o

  this blessing God's love calls us to that elsewhere world which only lovers eyes alight, eyes aflame can see at all. only those who have se

  The beauty of the heart is what will remain: it brings to your lips the water of life. in truth, it is the water, and the jug that holds i

  When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go a

    Poetry reveals that there is no empty space. When your truth forsakes its shyness, When your fears surrender to your strengths, You will begin

    All that there is, is love. Nothing else is, but love.  Love is the force that fires the stars,  that drives our lives from seed to se