Skimming through my poetry to select a few things to send to a friend, I was struck by how relevant some of those poems still are. I guess it’s the old saying: The more things change, the more they stay the same. And here I am, at the end of a very rough weekend and a very rough start to week, with a crisis in the family and more things in my heart than I can fathom, reading the words I have written in the past to draw hope and strength for the present.

 

 

please remember me

lend me your scarred soul awhile: there is more than you know

I sing in the silence and ashes of the years

I will not lose this bright diamond hope inside myself