Sweeping days

What if the sweeping days

Were gods 

And existence their 

Cries and laughter? 

I will be the joy or

Sadness of angelic Host 

Their sighing and 

Their smile 

I will be their death and 

Birth 

A divine gift 

Formed by the word 

"Mine" 

To take this life and make 

It so 

To rush and stream 

Toward undying light 

Greater things

There are greater things than the 

Idea of your gods

For gods can never know the 

Friendship of wanderers or the 

Sky-eyed host of grasstreaders, 

Oceangazers, treetouchers 

But that was the test wasn't it? 

God is:

"That than which nothing

Greater can be conceived" 

But I can conceive it 

And its conception fills me like a 

Star-lapping wave, 

With a truth that didn't come 

From a book, 

It surpasses the paper gods, 

It is greater by a green mile, 

By a host of singing lights 

That illuminate my heart, 

It is the love of a dear friend that 

Shares the long road and 

Sheds my tears 

The sunlight through the trees

Upon the infant's pure eye, 

The space between our 

Longing and Eternity, 

Present at every moment

For those with 

Eyes to see, 

Good hearts, 

Faces turned toward the 

Rising lands and waters 

October

What double filament link binds

my soul to you?

Catapulted through the centuries 

Like a cannonball 

Through a dark corridor.

This Fall is cold 

Without you... 

oh sacred month

oh sacred month

as old as tree and 

mountain stone 

let Nature's face

glow within our 

blood-red hearts 

the blood first spilled 

upon an autumn rock 

and spattered on the

yellow leaves of Fall 

we are their children and

will dance 

within the glowing 

groves 

what god would dare to

take the Name? 

not Perseph or Hest

Demeter or Saraswati

there is one 

Nature 

and I beneath the oak 

embrace her