The Gospel According To Jody #1

some days

all you can do 

is have the grace

to lay yourself out under

a vast and forgiving sky

and let its steady winds

blow over you

Forgive Me

 making

peace

with my

pieces

The man who was my father.....

The man who was my father made his life transition yesterday. I spent the day in curious contemplation……mulling over the few scenes we had played out in this lifetime. He left when I was three and only made brief forays back into my orbit over the years….no “daddy’s little princess”….no “picking me up when life’s lessons knocked me on my ass”….no “beaming with joy over my fine children and grandchildren”……

At my final visit he lay in his deathbed…a frail shell of a man...oblivious to my presence with a drug induced sleep…and I searched my soul for forgiveness …that fragrance that violets give to the heel that crushed them….

and it would not come……….

it saddens me to know my inheritance will be

the sickness of long thinking.......