“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind.” – Allen Ginsberg
This “Poetry” section of the EIS website is dedicated to my beautiful mother, who was an extraordinary poet with the ability to weave together the words she loved to create magic. Ever since I was a little girl, she helped me enter into other worlds with her sing-song voice, as she read me poets like Shel Silverstein and Robert Frost. My mom would tell me that poets could feel the heartbeat of the world . . . that they could hear the earth breathing. I want to share that breath with you.
We are like lost snow geese running across the ice,
so, give us hope to make our way home
faith to find You again.
“Be like the rain of grace for the earth.”
… though I weathered fogs of doubt, I never lost hope.read more
Shades and tints of deeper hues
browns and magentas turn upon the earth.
Horizons glow with gold
and glean the soft skinned face of fall.
You come, beautiful girl,
like the sun spilling its light,
a curving silhouette,
upon this unforgiving land.
You alone, You who came to me
like some consecrated gift,
You, the high shephard of the winds
for whom the night sings
That time we went away,
my poems came like naked village girls,
young and ripe,
and petalled like the scarlet passion flower.
From the day’s soft peace
I rest in the scarlet curves
of Your unformed heart.
I see God’s face in the circle
of all living things
His star-eyes light up
every side of the sky.
My cunning conscience stands outside herself,
filling the air like a four-cornered bed.
Like a ragged immigrant
climbed through this empty world…
I am weary of this counterwind life,
grown tired of soliloquies spoken to unlistening ears…