December 1999
Volume 1, Issue 2

Poetry and Inspirational

Commitment

by Nancy Wood

Before we met, you and I were halves unjoined except in the dark rivers of our minds. We were each other's distant shore, the opposite wings of birds…We did not know each other then, did not know our determination to keep alive the cry of one riverbank to the other. We were apart, yet connected in our ignorance of each other…Remember?

I knew you existed long before you understood my desire to join my loneliness to yours. Our paths collided long enough for our indecision to be swallowed up by the greater needs of love. When you came to me, the sun surged toward the earth and the moon escaped the darkness to bless the union of two spirits so alike that your pain became my discomfort. In the hour when I stood naked, you were there to play the drum of life for us.

Beloved child, keeper of my heart's odd secrets, clothed in summer blossoms so the icy hand of winter never touches us, I thank your patience. Our joining is like a tree to earth, a cloud to the sky. We are the reason the world can laugh on its battlefields and rise from the ashes of its selfishness to hear me say,

In this time, this place, this way, I loved you best of all.

By Nancy Wood,
adapted by Joanne Cacciatore
Submitted in memory of
Cheyenne Cacciatore
July 27, 1994

Everything seen…
The vision gleams in every air.

Everything had…
The far sound of cities in the evening, in sunlight & always.

Everything known…
Oh Talmut! Oh Visions!
These are the stops of life.

Departure in affection,
And shining sounds.

Remembering Alyssa Vorhis
And Precious Chelsea Johnson


THAT SOULS MAY GROW

May you find comfort in the thought
That sorrow, grief and woe

Are sent into our lives sometimes
To help our souls to grow...

For through the depths of sorrow
Comes understanding love,

And peace and truth and comfort
Sent from God above

---Helen Steiner Rice


Amidst the laughter and the celebration,
I will turn my head away

And I will cry tears of sadness.
For I will remember what is missing
That cannot be replaced with gifts and festivities.

I remember you with love,
Even when the others don't.

© 1997, "Dear Cheyenne"
by Joanne Cacciatore




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