23 Jan

There is nothing but


I wore it today as a mantra

in traffic jams

and temperature swings

and in the checkout line

where I was handy

and open

next to  magazine and candy gossip.

Enough flowed through

to bless the swollen wrist

of the Target cashier

from RA she says and sighs,

so painful,

sweet one, yes.

When we are there with her,

our mind’s hand covers her pain

with tactile love

while we drop to the spot

left and right lungs

touch the fire pit of our

singular abyss.

Holy rains on

holy messes

and blesses us all,





5 Responses to “holy”

  1. Alison and Don January 24, 2019 at 6:20 am #

    Loving because of and loving despite – it’s all sacred.
    Lovely Marga

    • marga t. January 25, 2019 at 3:55 pm #

      to walk along these paths with you, holy! 🙂 xu Alison!

  2. walkingquestionmark360 January 24, 2019 at 5:09 pm #

    What a slice of perfection! I love this M!

    “Holy rains on

    holy messes

    and blesses us all,


    …this is sublime and true. Thank you.

    • marga t. January 25, 2019 at 3:56 pm #

      Think of you (and K) every time I eye the peanut m and m’s in the checkout line 🙂

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