We May Call

If a mother named song

and a father named prayer

had a baby

we may call that child a poem

and they would agree

So as Mother Earth and Father Time

reconcile the destruction and cultivation 

of their inhabitants 

we may call that reconciliation poetry

we may call the redemptive forces

at play in the universe our own

to embody 

we may call on each other

when we are tired and angry

for assistance in the process of renewal

we may call on the indwelling spirit

when we are saddened and overwhelmed 

for sanctuary and respite

we may call upon the light we find

to shine upon the path to restoration 

we may call out to the skies

in despair and frustration 

hearing only silence in response

not because our cries aren’t heard

rather love wears a different watch

on its wrist than we do

and is constantly at work 

behind the scenes 

sifting needs and wants

we may call it a betrayal

that we lack proper explanation, 

understanding or closure

to the persistent questions

we possess 

and the problems which haunt 

our dreams

Yet love calls out 

hoping to reshape our views of betrayal

or abandonment 

as what we may call the unfolding mystery

of it all

from the source which has seen

the sands of time

and the winds of change

reshape the earth itself

and the stars above

to form us from their dust

we may call that trust

we may call that faith

we may call that love

and they would agree