Heaven's Hunter

The heaven’s hunter, Orion, familiar, easily found,

steadfast, a blessing, perhaps, in times of change,

looks down upon us from his place in the winter sky,

a tear falling at the loss of our stories, our lives, our selves.

Still Small Voice

That still small voice we’re taught to listen to is not so still anymore,

nor small, a flurry now of arms and legs and chattering, toddler size,

that small voice I held on my lap and rocked to sleep, followed behind

his clumsy steps to dust off the dirt when he fell, set him aright, and off

we go, reminding me what’s important, where life and purpose lie,

          a voice discovering himself and the world,

                    growing and learning and becoming … Cam.

Foxes in my Yard

His paws are imprinted into the new fallen snow, leaving behind

a path to follow into his wintery world, meandering these woods

we share, but we will not follow him, nor seek him out as we face

our own wintery world of cold and snow and the tasks at hand;

perhaps, though, we should stop and, stumbling forward, seek him out

even as he seeks us here meandering, too: a message, an answer, a sign.

Music Lesson

And the chords were struck in the long, long ago,

some angel’s harp before time or Joshua’s trumpets

bringing down the walls of Jericho’s evil; today’s chords

are still resounding, the root and 3^rd and 5^th, the triad,

adding the octave, in clear tuned tones, long chords held

and arpeggios, up and down, steady and bold, a melody created,

its harmonies played, blending, logically, predictably, a pleasant

movement from phrase to phrase, C major to G to A minor and F,

new voices added, minor chords and diminished, augmented,

notes shifted up that ½ tone or down, changing moods, creating

tension, an emotional arc, or adding a 7^th, bridging the changes,

transitions, progressions from chord to chord, key to key

modulating, new harmonies built on these foundations,

like we who listen, like we who play, bridging ourselves

to the new chords we hear, new chords we perform, new lives we choose,

our own harmonies keeping us connected to the music of earth,

the music of life, embedded deeply into our very souls, this the soul

of mankind, of humanity, chords changing, transforming, like time

moving forward, keeping our melodies, our harmonies alive, dissonance

resolving in the perfect chord, the perfect harmonic, perfect accord.