In the Wait

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Snowfall is playing peekaboo with us, leaving a surprise dusting in the morning that melts away by evening. The lakes lie partially covered by ice, tempting my kayak just to try it, just one more time, before the water is completely cloaked in her winter blanket. My snow shoes await their re-christening, leaned in a corner with freshly-loaned-to-me poles. It’s a time of transition as one season melts into another.

Life echoes nature. I, too, await new adventures in a sparkling, renewed landscape. I march on with the days towards an eventual twilight. Each morning, the sun rises on both the mundane and the vast realm of possibility. It sets on daily tasks and dreams half-glimpsed. Stars appear, glinting in a murky depth far away, almost close enough to touch.

Amidst it all, the Wisdom of Ages settles on my shoulders, whispering in my ear:

“This is beauty. This is mystery. It is knowing and wondering and hoping, feeling the tug of limitless possibility, the depth of truest loving, the simultaneous realization of your smallness in the universe and your great worth in my eyes.

This is the visual, breathe-it-in-deep definition of priceless, incredible, glistening creation.

This is the treasure of my heart.

This, my darling, is you.”

-KJ Roe

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Precipitous

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Sing me your lullaby
Dancing on a tin roof
Pattering and pounding
In soothing rhythm

Tell me your verses
Of evaporated hopes
Gatherings of condensation
And falling in a new land

Whisper my name
In ripples on still waters
In chattering of dripping eaves
And kisses on shivering leaves

Grant me sweet release
Cleansing my tangled mind
Sliding on moon-white skin
Seducing me with liquid touch

-KJ Roe

Metamorphosis

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Soft and pliant
No shield
No boundaries
No protections
Now hidden, now enwrapped
As a being ensorcelled
Cocooned in layers
A chrysalis of experiences
Of losses
And breakings
And shatterings
Now emerging, now changed
A creature unexpected
Broken from layers
A freedom of scars
– They didn’t warn of the pain.

-KJ Roe