Hope Offering

As I look up to the moon for solace

It glows like a woman in love

I can let go of the suffering

My pen is my paint brush

Each day I look out and rise with the sun

I give you this Hope Offering

I am in the Valley

The Valley of the Winking Sun

Where I see

Singing voices

A prism of choices

Birds flapping their wings

Flashing pictures

Of life’s schemes

Woven into inter-mitt-ent

Dreams

I am awake

Take my hand

Together we can repair

This Promised Land