Listening at and Old Quaker Graveyard

Listen,

between their gasps

and whistlings of inhalation;

between the movements

of stillness and rest,

you can hear their

murmured blessings

rising from the soil.

Blessings mingled with

hope that we may yet

bloom as a people -

we lovers of the Light.

Stay the path.

Way will open.

Let us then try what love

can do to mend a

broken world.

Listen,

you can hear their rise

among the stones,

between the blades

of grass

and soft a feather fall

upon the OPEN heart.

Listen.