Month: May 2020

AndNew

~ Harlan Didrickson

I watched

A tree

Shed its

Leaves and

Wondered if

I let

Go of

You

Would parts

Of me

Fall and

Gather tripping

Me or

Be swept

Away by

The icy

Winds of

Spring laying

Me bare

And fresh

And new

Mirror (to Mary)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And in

The mirror

We stood

Side by

Side and

There you

Said you

Are and

You are

Created by

The hand

Of God

Himself and

Speak words

As though

He said

Them Himself

ThreeWords (to Juanito)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And so

I gave

You a

Gift a

Locket in

A box

Nestled softly

In tissue

And inside

Were three

Whispered words

Which might

Ignite fire

Or lightly

Tickle throats

And you

Kept them

There close

To your

Heart where

They were

Always meant

To be

Voice (to Mary)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And there

In that

Little voice

Which always

Speaks but

Is hardly

Listened comes

Blessings in

The forms

Of whispers

Spoken by

God himself

Healed

~ Harlan Didrickson

One day

When this

Flurry of

Storms pass

And I

Burrow from

Beneath the

Burden of

Memory perhaps

I shall

Once again

Spy an

Icycle melting

From the

Sun and

Know that

I too

Am healed