We’re all in this together,
looking for the songs to sing
that will hold the world together.
We might look to the soldier or scientist
to save us,
but the hero sits in silence before dawn,
looks out the window at the moon
slender and radiant in her old age,
and listens,
listens below ticking clock
and hooting owl,
listens beyond the whisper of candle flame
and the tinkle from the bells
the ants wear round their feet.
Deep in the earth,
deep in the cave of her heart,
angels sing,
and the poet transcribes.
Originally published in Second Wind: Words & Art of Hope & Resilience.
The Kingdom of Enough 
Thank you, my friends, for such beauty in this collaboration of words and image. Just brilliant wisdom.
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Kat, I just read your piece “Betwixt” in Second Wind – what a brilliant lexicon, loved it!
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Once again, Mary, you have transported us to the deeper places that hold solace and guidance.
I certainly feel better about my “tendencies” to be a dreamer and stargazer!
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Please keep gazing, dreaming, and drawing!
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Thank You for writing this Mary. Your words make me imagine what is… I forget the moon is old, and just now learned that ants wear bells on their ankles. You remind me to think about the universe and what it is feeling, instead of being just tired and zoned out. I sure do miss our talks.
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