...born of the Light 

Margaret

sitting there cocooned
in the seams of shared silence;
my sister, my friend....
While she was moving ever closer
to a boundary over which I could not cross.
Moving with the gentle flow
of each soft cadence of the
Cardinal’s voice...
He lifted bread to heaven
and passed it back as God,
blessed and ready to place on
outstretched tongues of the waiting faithful.
Her faith was deep and wide, my friends’,
I doubt she had great fear
for she would sense His presence,
As God drew her near.
She was going soon, leaving us behind,
to enter into the eye of grace...
Unfettered, uncluttered, a soul
utterly unadorned by pretense,
a simple, trusting, child of God.
She knew soon she would nap in His arms.
I felt her leaving
sensed her peace...
Closer now with each shallow breath
inching away ....
This sweet time traveler in a zone of God’s love
drifting on the sea of in-between with me.
My gentle, holy friend...for whom death is no end.............
Pam kent

...love in many splendid ways 

Intimacy

rocking on the waves of this
duplicate dream...
surrogate ; substitute
fills me with his replica
I sway, I give way,
surrender to the surging sigh....and
He watches me, and he
fills his hands with a million
milky stars...and he watches me.

open to joy 

Contentment

a simple life of contentment
can arrive out of nowhere
like an uninvited guest.....
and what do I wear,
and what do I serve in its honor.
So unfamiliar as to be almost unwelcome....
where is its sister chaos
and who am I
stranger in my familiar flesh?
who am I
breathing peace like air,
feeding on follicles of joy. p. kent

pondering spring 

Gifts

Our Gifts
We are required to share our gift:
to leave the world with
an imprint of our being
that makes it somehow better.
But sharing our gift
does not necessarily imply
reward or compensation...
We don’t have to be known or even remembered.
Perhaps the lovelist traces left behind from a human life
are anonymous and
most certainly free.
P. kent

poetry of play, passion, and peace 

Zone of Love

Time traveler in a zone of love.
An ancient soul
with a childlike spirit
dancing mask
persona upon persona,
layered in metaphor and mystery.
We are all dancing masks
briefly touching.
Electric flesh
awakening our remembrance
and our aching..
I have touched and been touched
braided deftly into
the fabric of other souls,
bonded to other hearts...tasted the
separate and unique gift of being
that is the other...once...
I was young and wild,
and without boundaries
bumping into others
in my darkness...but still we touched.
Now a crone with aging eyes
that see much clearer than
their counterparts in youth,
I don’t bump so often into
other hearts
as I know that sadness
can be soothed with silent acceptance,
both theirs and mine.
..I’m not the bearer
of the wand of change.
I am just a dancing persona swaying,
weaving in and out of others existence
a time traveler in a zone of love.
Gmekeepr