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Moon With Her Sail Full of Myths

Vanishing in the Blazing Night

Beside the Still Fallen Sky

On the Trail Between Orchids and the Otherworld

What to Pack For Your Departure

Earth Cry

Some Things Beyond Dimension

Explorer in the Undivided

One Spark is a Galaxy

Worlds Out of Nowhere

Unforgiven Rapture

Collective Dream

Now That You Are Infinite

Transcendence of Fury

What Little I Know

One With the Never-ending

Earthbound Supernova

The Majesty of Destruction

In the Infinite Now

Why We Love Dogs (A Little Something in Celebration of National Dog Day)

Postcards from Eons Past (Images from the James Webb Space Telescope)

Sanctuary of Flame

Microcosm

Glistening in the Dark

Walnut

Words Like Smoke and Sand

The First Iris

The Totality of You

Winter Meditation

The Language of Wonder

Storms of Jupiter

Digital Chains

Plunging to Heaven

On the Shores of Cepheus

Why We Love Dogs (A micropoem)

Ascension in Gold

Crucible of Light

In the Last Green Hours

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

Beyond the Gates of Orion

Sanctuary Within

The Sacred Opulence of Abundant Joy

Sitting With Stars

Light of the Tempest

Nucleus

Follow the Birdsong

Celestial Rite

One More Moon Beside Me

Legacy of Ash

Born in a Field of Light

Resurrection in Albemarle County

Dialogue With Silence

Moving Past the Dream

Deadly and Merciful Blue

Sky Full of Legends

On the Border of Earth and Being

Who You Really Are

Council of Stars

Scattered As One

Unfinished Bridge To the Infinite

Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

 

Innocent Questions



Nothing is ordinary when the
mountain laurels are
in bloom, when they are
white landscapes, intricate
as ancient porcelain,
and the sky has finally
opened up and
let down platinum ribbons
and reasons to believe,
and it's all trickling through
the poplars, the honeysuckle,
the luscious mossó

this is no time for
a spectacle of memories.

"Where's Mom?" my grandson asked.

His world was plastic dinosaurs and juice boxes
when I had to explain what death is:
a new life, a better place, yes, a lovely place . . .

"Can I go there,
and be with her?"

When you're an earthbound tourist, just a
few years from that Heaven where only softness
is born, there's no such thing as cancer or
mysteries with bits of crumbling answers.

"So when's she coming back?"

I always thought joy was the only thing
that could happen when God showed up,
but then, how could all that light
crack open the granite shell of pain
that seals the earth
without voices on this side?

"I'm mad at her . . .
didn't she love me?"

Two wings,
the color of
merciful fire
slow down to love
the strange blossoms,
with a type of
love only
free spirits
understand.

"She loved you so much" I recall saying,
"that she tried very hard to stay."

My words fell around him
like snow,
and his eyes were filled with trust.


Patricia Joan Jones





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