Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Love is Sacred

Love is Sacred
When I am with you
we burn together
until there is but fine dust
like cedar's yellow-green pollen

Settling on leaves, rocks
and the chairs outside
until rain returns claiming the dust
forming lives from love's mud

Love has its way with us
knowing just what to do
dancing and intertwining
We moan and weep

Laughing and crying
in joy and sorrow
feeling our way
through Love's beauty

Here we are together
not knowing for how long
making plans, sharing intimacies,
going round and round

While trees keep watch
rooting and growing
flowering and seeding
praying love's prayers

Friday, January 27, 2017

Courage to Rise



What courage does it take to terrorize
what wisdom to believe the lies
what faith to trust the gods of war and greed
what intelligence to follow teachers of hate


A crucified Christ silently indicts
the politics of power, religion and state
actions born from accepted worldly wisdom
denial of the sacred for the god of belief

Truth is written by grief
on faces and bodies broken by violence
by loss of loved ones, of home, of hope

Pull the body from the rubble
take it down from the cross
carry it against the tide
away from the arena
against the crush,
the push of the crowd,
the mob’s rush
to violence and more blood

To the tomb lying open,
waiting deep in the soul
in the beating heart’s distress,
in the emptiness
there to find courage
to rise again in love

Friday, May 27, 2016

Love is Home

Some say,
“home is where the heart is,”
where we live
and build our lives.

This is true and there is more.

Home is where love lives freely.
Home is where hearts find peace
in love’s presence.

Love is home,
where we come from
where we are headed
claiming our becoming.

Guarionex Delgado

5/27/16

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Then Shall We Be Free



Fear has armed us so that we shoot first
And ask questions later, if at all.
We have wandered far from the garden
Of original blessings into a land laid waste
By doing as we please.

Earth is subject to our ravenous desires.
We have forgotten her as parent
To all flesh, blood and bone.
We believe ourselves superior
To the relations with whom we journey.
We take offering nothing in return.

A few feast with their acolytes and minions
While billions struggle to survive
Or are content with distractions and trivial pursuits
Or with the angry blaming words of bigots and despots.
Minds and spirits sicken and wither from loss of love.

Free are those who respond to life
with love, grace and beauty of their own
for they are like the earth herself
regenerating from deep within
healing all that draw near.

Guarionex Delgado

20160101