Speak up and lay CLAIM
Your LABOR is powerful
Sit at the TABLE

Georg’ann

Twinges of GRIEF whisper
within the twinkles
as I sit gazing at the tree,
lit with strands of sparkles
CHEAP red wine in hand,
unconsecrated yet still redeeming.

By myself in reverie, allowing
dark and light to play alongside.
So little required to bring me
into the fullness of everything.
The LEAST bits come together,
all welcome at this TABLE.

Heather