The Call

When Love rings will you pick up the phone?

Will you heed the call, rattled and raw?

We are dying all night for lack

of Love.  I might be

too weak to lift the receiver

alone.

Are you strong enough to listen

for Love’s lost voice as reason and shield?

Will you gather up the plea

in your wise worker's arms and

spread Love like sun all over the fields?

J. Pratt-Walter  (c) 2020

Just Now

If I could just hold this moment,

swallow it, nothing less, nothing more,

I will have lived well.


Opening the door,

rain has teased the grass back to life.

The dog lies quiet on the porch.

The horse is cropping the lawn.


The last gold crowns of calendula

flame up at me.  There is fresh

strong coffee in my cup.

The night granted me good sleep.


The air is so soft it embraces.

I see my life just now as a

precious glass butterfly in my open palm.

I pick her up with love.



J. Pratt-Walter

©  2019