Rest Peacefully Now

All day I face
the barren waste
without the taste
of water.
Cool Water.

Dan and I,
with throats burned dry
and souls that cry
for water.
Cool, clear water.

The nights are cool,
and I’m a fool.
Each stars a pool
of water.
Cool, clear water.

And with the dawn
I’ll wake and yawn
and carry on
to water.
Cool, clear water.

The Shadows sway
and seem to say,
“Tonight we pray
for water.”
Cool, clear water.

And way up there
He’ll hear our prayer
and show us where
there’s water.
Cool, clear water.

Keep moving Dan.
Don’t you listen to him Dan.
He’s the devil not a man.
He spreads the burning sands
With Water.

Say, Dan can’t you see
that big green tree
Where the water’s running free?
It’s waiting there for you and me.

And water
Cool, clear water.

Dan’s feet are sore.
He’s yearning for
just one thing more
than water.
Cool, clear water.

Like me I guess
he’d like to rest
where there’s no quest
for water.
Cool, clear water

Cool Water by Hank Williams Jr.

I said goodbye to my mom on Wednesday evening.  She was surrounded by her children as her breath became soft and then left her completely.   I stayed with her a while in the stillness.  She came to me in my dreams last night, reassuring me that she’s alright.  She is Loved.

Nectarine Blossoms

There are a few pink cotton-candy kisses of buds on the nectarine tree – promises of a Spring to come. Each year when they appear, my thoughts return to a late winter’s night in 2004. I remember arriving home, stepping from the car and being astonished that the tree had blossomed. A quarter-moon bright above me, I perched on the brick wall, shivered from the crisp air, and inhaled the delicate scent. Before that moment, I was oblivious to this beauty bursting forth around me; focused instead on my father slowly relinquishing life a few miles away. I was dizzy from the incongruity. His passing came a few days later, just past his 88th birthday. I cannot see the blooms without remembering that night and thinking of him.