When you put the heat to them
A thousand leaves are left.
Three are falling now.
After all these years,
that you still don’t understand these things!
He who waits for what
God does not give
I went looking for
the shoot that wanted watering
but the tiller has sunk
it within me
God’s gut channels the grief of the world
We weep ourselves away
Our Lady of Guadalupe went north to seek my sister.
Her kindness led her, it was all she needed to share.
What am I looking for?
Lord, you are kindness in every color and flavor!
One elbows one’s way through the
crowd of one’s other selves
hoping that this one who one is
truly is the one who one is