Enter a captionSacred Center Holds (2); 2017; 14.75″ x 18.5″; watercolor & acrylic

Do I truly believe…
when the sacred center shatters,
when hope is flung like dandelion parachutes into frigid wind,
when all presses down into winter sleep
when all is lost…

Do I truly believe…
when only the hollow stalk remains,
unloved,
dry,
cracking..

it is not the end of the story?

Could it be my heart hunkers down
with the very essence of the stalk
in the seeds under all that snow,
cradling irrepressible sparks of life?

Could it be my heart,
burrowing down with them,
will also rise with them –

fragile shoots exploding,
sprinkled across a spring green hill,
millions of them,
growing strong and free?

Could it be the sacred center
shatters to scatter into
invisible,
indestructible,
eternal light?

I hear the dandelion testify through the years –

for the one who believes, anything…