love the moment

Open the door... We watch the scene unfold and We feel the tension Open it... As the story unfolds This particular scene seems Inconsequential A man before a door Or A woman sits by the phone A number hastily scribbled on torn paper Will she call? So many times The world hangs by the most slender thread Entire futures depend on  Such small choices The angels watch with anticipation They yearn because they see Their prayer is for every Hot mess of a man Every broken hearted girl Be free Life and death is often delivered in Very small packages And easy to ignore Faintly as the wind blows I think I heard their voices One dark, bitter night Fear not, my brother Fear not, my child Fear not Fear Not, Live Free Or  Die Trying dg 1/21/12

In my corner chair Triple no-foam latte Firmly in hand People file in and Form a line without instruction Tall ones, short Thin ones, thick Beauty is in the eyes of The one that holds us In the midst of the clatter The sounds of foaming milk And coffee grinding A quiet awaits me If I will listen And even the awareness The sad truth of Friends who die and Family lies We still plod through Some days wounded But always In spite of everything Thankful For one more day Of coffee And laughter And life dg 1/17/12