Those Eyes

I sing of a mother
facing deep rejection,
scandal, pain, and sorrow,
a mother who said yes.

She was a young woman,
untested, uncertain.
She needed trust to be
a mother who said yes.

The hope there in her heart
and the life in her womb
had to be enough for
this mother who said yes.

She knew that happiness,
shelter, security
can’t be guaranteed for
a mother who said yes.

But she chose love, knowing
that all we have to do
is step out in faith, be
the mother who said yes.


Painted Peace

Painted Peace

If I could open my chest
—a zipper would work,
snaps, perhaps a button or two—
I’d access my heart each day
and add a fresh coat of peace.

I’d keep it in a can
on a shelf in my studio.
It would be nestled
between the soft gel medium
and the Mirage Blue spray paint.

Of course, I’d use a natural bristle brush:
squirrel, perhaps.
Expensive, yes, but my heart is worth it.
A gentle shake or two would be enough
to mix the creamy, shimmering liquid
and release the scent
of vanilla or violet or Autumn Damask Rose.

Removal of the heart would be the next step.
I’d do it carefully,
turning it over gently in my hands,
inspecting it,
taking note of how well yesterday’s
coat of peace held up.

Then I’d apply a new layer,
ensuring complete coverage
and exhaling a word of gratitude
for its quick-drying formula.
Replacing my heart in my chest,
I’d zip up and breeze through my day.