Hearts beat, aligned, ’cross time and space
As each of us moves separately
In lives unwoven and entwined,
We are calléd to a consonant pace
Begun before we gained the Earth
As we were strung from star to star
Configured we our lives ahead:
Souls touching flesh: raw life at birth
Some wounds we did accept. Our host,
Our parents’ gifts, both – talent; –barb;
Sequestered now, our health, hard-earned
Transcends their limits, living Most
To see the world and to set free
From clawing need to lessen, hold;
Restrain those loved to live small lives.
To find, from Source, just how to be
Most fully whom God’s gifts demand;
To pass along to child again,
What gifts we can, withholding wounds
So that they may more freely stand.
One lovéd faltered, fell; was lost;
His hands no longer there to hold
Heart’s chambers echo, empty and
Still painéd at reveal’d cost.
But we remain. Our orbits weave, from day to day
And tho’ our arcs may oft divide
Each presence: gift; each treasure: ours
Hearts’ rhythms beat; we brothers play.
9/6/13