look up

Summer solstice, 
Full moon, hot sun, fierce wind,
Shattered glass. Look up.

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Lift your eyes now and
Look up from the place where you are.

Words from the LORD to Abram, 
“Look up from the place where you are.”

This place holds death and grief,
Matted grass poisoned by limited beliefs.

Even now the scarlet poppies bloom,
Rising up out of the hidden grasses

The mystery of life revealed,
Their glory triumphant in full sun

Grief surrounds me.

Some of it is mine.
Some lies in the community around me.
Some lies just beyond me,
In the fractured relationships not yet healed,
Still, part of me.

I was raised in grief,
Lost to the loss that defined me.

And now,

In this time between the soft green of spring
And the harsh heat of summer,
In the fullness of the moon’s ebb and flow,
In the fierceness of Spirit’s breath
And the shattering of what was once a solid surface
For my musing.

What must I see
As I lift my eyes
To the horizon?