SMALL AND GREAT

I lit a candle for comfort   its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms   long shadows drip from the table   the flame dances with song   walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness   the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose

WAITING

Walking the dream on legs without stars   a release drives within like seasons changing from equatorial spinning   pushing us against celestial misgivings of unanswered prayers   where whispers and voices strain through burlap separating the living from storytellers   as miracles wait to be called out from hiding.