Another True Chance
Through bare branches
sun colors the clouds
with twillight truth:
Wisdom needs failure,
Grace comforts, healing comes
enough for all pain.

I write these words in my journal
With ruler, coffee, and rapidiograph ink
Glue, scissors, and golddust. another true chance to reach... believe...

Let the challenges come.
Let dawn paint the meadow.
Rain clean the sky.

I wish you knew how much I love you.

A part, together,
Our panacea, the prize.
Deer run to bridge the distance
Rustle, my heart.
We sip the silence
and watch the moon and the sun
vie for the sky.

12/11/06