Living Continues…

most chanting stops
when bombs fall
on the roof
incarnatio continua

each fall the prairie medley 
of goldenrod and purple aster 
dazzles me
incarnatio continua

it is impossible not
to notice the almost imperceptible
debasement of falling mortals
incarnatio continua

gusts of wind
carry falling leaves
higher than treetops
incarnatio continua

how many times
has the youngest daughter fallen
to rise with bleeding knees
incarnatio continua

Paved Over

Trails connect trails
through these woodlands
walked from period to period,
paleo to post-modern.

Treaties have made the steps
easier for some and more painful
and deadly for those who shared
the space for living their lives.

Slick service and bringing
in the lead and gold prevailed 
over values told and possibilities
for calls of patience and comfort.

Now, this place is paved for parking
lot conversations held by those who
say they need no refuge but continue 
to ask, How does everybody feel?

Not familiar with your life?

Begin with the entrance of your family story
or, perhaps, with the origin of giving thanks.
Has the world changed that much?
Can all be included in circles of trust
covenanting to agree on the use of the public?
What does it mean to place your personal 
history into a larger narrative that includes
the Pequot Massacre of 1637?  Or any other
massacre or mauling, decreed or undecreed.
Ask, Who's hand holds the other's hand, today?