A child looks out and sees
much hoped for snow even though
it’s fifty degrees and rising.
She says she’ll keep her fingers crossed
and maybe it will stick.
In this she’s not much different
from those of us
who keep hope alive
against all evidence.
JDG
All those many years
ago, in the midst of hate,
love was born. Let’s help it grow.
JDG
Though not blooming, a spare beauty lingers
in limited
palettes of
brown and
gray.
JDG
Swimming in a sea
of silence, I surrender
and sublimely float.
JDG
On my better days
(moments really, days being
longer than I can
manage) I can move beyond
myself and find my way to you.
JDG
Small tasks, long delayed and now complete, bring
satisfaction,
make space for
something
new.
JDG
Not the swiftest of
folks, I was “kneedled” into
learning the pleasure
of minimalism and
its simple truth: less is more.
JDG
A flash of sun on
gray winter morning brings an
answering smile.
JDG
Little bit by little bit the body
mends as the heart
hums and the
soul’s song
swells.
JDG
As far back
as anyone could remember,
the people of the town
built houses for each other,
sheds, truth be told, crafted
with the hammer of judgement
and the nails of assumed
superiority; houses too small
for a full breath, too cold
for the precociousness of hope,
secured with heavy bolts
of dark warning and fear.
Yet in this town, as in
countless towns everywhere,
lives continue to be lived,
families formed, futures built,
histories made and recorded.
Yes, but wait, you may say.
What about love?
What about compassion?
Do not lose heart, my friend,
for love, in all its guises,
gratefully knows forever,
the trick to pick our locks
and let herself in.
© 2014 Dennis Ference
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