Nothing to offer but silence

Rummaging through the cupboards of my soul

I find I have nothing to offer you.

Where is the spiritual nourishment I want to share?

The refreshing tidbit of wisdom

to savour on the tip of your tongue?

Looking, looking, I come up empty…

All I can offer is a bit of space

for you to lay down your burdens,

a bare shelf in my heart

you’re welcome to fill with your sorrows

or joys.

I will sit with you, friend,

and offer the silence your story needs

to come out and dance.

Misty Moon

There’s a misty werewolf moon tonight
and it reminds me of a poem I wrote you

just over 6 months ago

before you were born,

while you were still with us.
The stars twinkle reassuringly

in the cold night sky,

but the gloominess of this moon

covered in snatches of thin clouds

like scattered veils,

brings me to tears.
Perhaps it shines brighter from your side

—up in Heaven—

with no clouds in the way.
One day, honey, promise you’ll show me.