Our son is currently deployed. He is in our thoughts constantly, as well as the rest of our troops and the families they have at home. We wish them all safe endeavors as they go about protecting us and those other nations and cultures in need from unseen harm.
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The long walk through the valley
overshadowed by the mountains.
Don’t forget your boots.
Sand upon sand the layered earth
covers fragments, shells, and mines.
Don’t forget your boots.
I do not pretend to understand or relate
I have not been there – I am here gazing
at the stars washed in the moonlight
filled with respect and courage for these words.
Don’t forget your boots.
We wait for word, we wait for your voice
a message, or just a “hi”
We trust in you, your honor, your strength
we take comfort in this is what you want.
Don’t forget your boots.
Don’t forget your boots.
Namaste
Red Raven Retreat, MN | July 2012
I see the delicate web of your wings, the fingerprint of you.
I see the amber color of your downy back, as the sun warms you.
I see the glasp of your legs, with head bowed.
We come together to share the space and energy of the beats between.
Gathered
Red Raven Retreat, MN | July 2012
It seems as if the ferns have gathered my tears
Pooled with the reflection of the sky
Let these tears nourish all things living
Let these tears inter all things that have passed
Direction
Gull Lake, MN | July 2012
If my aim is true I head in the direction I intend.
My velocity is the effort I put into that aim and the depth is a product of that effort.
If my aim misses then I must accept I have ended up in a direction differing from my vision but if I accept I will always better my depth.
Should time run out and I no longer can take aim and cast out, then it will be time to turn in and savor all that has past before.
