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The second in a weekly series of live broadcasts…
…by moon-and-star light from Weekapaug, Rhode Island,
…by the deep and deeply healing ocean.
…a soothing 25-minute journey. Into Nature, life and self. Into places of outer and inner gratitude.
A chance to lean back and listen in to a handful of original, themed poems…
…to nourish the heart, mind and spirit.
"Preserve Yourself" © Colin Goedecke
for Memorial Day
Yes, those who died
serving their country.
But maybe, too, those
who fought valiantly
for their own lives,
on their own lines
of fire. On fields
of grave illnesses,
fierce divorces,
falling fortunes.
Who entered their fray,
brave or scared.
Who suffered,
sometimes greatly.
Were wounded,
sometimes fatally.
Survived but scarred
deeply, emotionally.
People known to us,
and unknown. All worthy,
not solely of our remembering
but also of our silent
and spoken honoring.
For the courage
they summoned
in the face of the fearful;
the belief in self
and the power of possibility
they called on, or
discovered. These unsung
we can choose to remember,
can raise a thought, a glass,
a large, feeling flag
of heart to,
this day.
Colin Goedecke
On Memorial Day
Short Hills, New Jersey
May 27, 2019
"Beware the Maw ~ in the Forest of There" © Colin Goedecke
Have You Had Your Dark Nights
Of the soul.
Cave-dark,
bat-dark nights.
Times and places
of raw and
nameless,
sometimes
name-plated
fear; sheer,
cliff-faced
anxiety.
Fear of falling
into an abyss;
into a maw:
swallowed
whole
into the belly
of a fierce,
unknown
beast.
And, despite
each starless
passage,
each imagined
stroke of fate,
miscarriage
of your fortunes,
somehow,
somehow,
however barely,
unforseeably,
making it through ~
to the light
and the heart
of day;
limbs intact.
Onto solid ground.
To the forgotten
safety of faith
~ in self,
and the never-
vanished bounty
shining away,
inside and
all around you.
Colin Goedecke
August 2018
" nascent " © colin goedecke
M O T H E R S
for those who brought us forth
Mary Cassatt
painted many of them.
So beautifully.
Juno and Gaia
were two of
more than a few
bigger than life
figures: mythic
maternals,
likewise Venus
and Parvati.
But those
of flesh
and blood,
one and all,
they were
the ones
who literally,
or as-if-ly,
birthed and
bathed and
fed us.
Did their best
for us ~ the best
they knew how ~
as we began
to become.
Some have
gone, yes, yet
never forgotten.
Some are
still here,
still tending;
to be endeared,
even revered;
others
reverse-
mothered.
Some are newly
arriving
into maternity;
discovering
its marvels,
its mysteries.
And we,
whoever we are,
who came
singing from and
through them,
can be glad,
can be grateful
they made
something
so felicitous,
so utterly
miraculous
possible.
Colin Goedecke
Morristown, New Jersey
May 13th, 2018
