Who Have You Become?

October 26, 2021

Who Have You Become?

By Amba Gale

in the fall
of this second year
still in the passage
still in the migration
still moving into Stillness
still not hearing the future,
we nourish our spirit.

The ghosts of what might have been are leaving now,
to plague us no longer with their voices and their “coulda, woulda, shoulda”
and drop photos in our minds which leave us with regrets.
Let their bony fingers wave goodbye to this time of
grieving for what might have been.

Time, instead, for new words:

We can look newly at the sea the sun the moon the sky.

We can be willing
to be surprised
by who we have become,
who we are becoming.

Additional Poetry

November 24, 2021

The Healing

Slowly, ever so slowly, one by one, they opened. Heart by heart, they spoke. Story by simple story, they let us in to the truth of lives lost and gained. With each speaking, a shedding. With each speaking, a new heart opened like a rose petal in the spring sunlight, little by little coming out of winter little by little coming out of the grief little by little coming into the peace. Even those who never cry, having bowed to fear as their god, cried, shared with us their wounds, exposing their heart for all to see. As the Silence…

November 9, 2021

Happy Isles

Your beloved Merced embraces you in its arms, singing its happiness. Just your name brings back to hear and thought the delightful pleasure of hearing your voice laughing for the very first time Just as your river flows and dances, gurgles, and prances, around, above and under Great Boulders that give you your voice, like white horse mains leaping, flying, cavorting over the hills, Just like that‑ Like the bubbles and whirlpools, white water falls and rushing speeding non‑stop racing my heart, too, races my ears open to your sounds of singing and all my senses awaken to your Voice.…

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