I like to store notes, melodies
In my pocket
Short little phrases that speak
Of the absolute mystery
We call existence
Hard-earned
And then on rainy days
When it’s hard for me to hear
the music of my life
I take them out
Cup them close to my ear
And remember
The inner light in me is
precious, deep, innocent
And wild.
Let me carry it with
gentle, careful hands, mercy
and love.
And when we meet, dear friend,
let me see and do the same
for you.
Amen
When I sleep at night
I know, you are with me, still,
Like a soft spirit
