Freefall

photo by Josh Scholten
photo by Josh Scholten

As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,

as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,

so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,

knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.
~Denise Levertov

This week three local families find themselves in freefall,
losing a child to mangled metal,
one moment so much alive,
the next irretrievably gone.

It must feel like solid ground has dropped away
like those dreams of falling
when wakened by startled thud
upon a pillow.

May God’s embrace
cushion their hard landing,
His unearned grace sufficient
to keep them afloat in a vast ocean of tears.

Birth of a Poem

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
~Robert Frost

We left the interstate behind
discovering back roads
yielding intimacy
of hidden farms
and small towns,
seeing nameless neighbors
who wave as
we drive by.

Some don’t wave,
their memories stamped
on roadside crosses
marking the spot where
last they drew breath
after a turn taken too fast
or one drink too many.

The impact is far beyond
a friendly wave
when one stretch of road
reaches two dozen crosses,
some clustered together
in a fatal meeting
lasting forever.

These somber reminders
of fragile existence
swiftly ended in
bad weather,
poor judgment
or ill fate.
Cement cemeteries
winding over miles
lead us home.

Please God,
we pray.
Guide us safely
back to our country home
to wave at strangers
driving by.