I moved Mountains

As the vacancy sign turned on and off
with the paint barely dry and the constant sound of moving furniture
I moved Mountains

While images and prose hurled like fire and brimstone from your computer screen
destroying temple and alter, a cat called Judas purring, lust and with a crush heart
I moved Mountains

Surrounded by outdated volumes of habit, dusty excuses and looped playlists for a different couples dance and tumble in the sheets
I moved Mountains

Pig in a poke, smoke and mirrors perfected to an elevated art form
Unsuspecting honesty lay bear transforming into a clash like Beenie Man and Bounty Killer. Salvation and liberation rejected
I moved Mountains

As grief swirled without comfort and words formed without flight, despair took form-it's ugly shape chosen
A cancer, a gun took our laughter and security- it left us shocked and bear
I moved Mountains

Raised by Narcissus and loved by Peter Pan left little food for the boyish man and even less to learn how to feed another
Twisted by lack and greed, out of need and respite-the walls went up for boy needed to hid and stay hidden he still is for the heart forgot the warmth of love and when love appeared out came fear
I moved Mountains

As she laid in the grass with her little wings being poked thru with holes and no haven, she waited-she just needed one person to say no for her to help her repair so she could fly
The seamstress was invisible so she never saw Her face as she walked away without a thank you and still
I moved Mountains

Undiagnosed. Unseen the little boy fights the demons, hungry and unable to sleep he waited too. As the tribe descended in unity, they claimed him and accepted him and his demons, calling them by name and never to live in the shadows again. The boy sits at the feast with the tribe with his new presence of acceptance growing and he is seen. She will always be his Mother now, the Mother of his shadows that brought the light
I moved Mountains

The My collective silently watched with reservation, respectfully hopeful. Compassionate forgiveness of sins with their quick laughter and joy their ever constant companion as they welcomed our newest ray of sunshine. Our little gift left at our door step, the easy smile with sticky handfuls of dandelions. His undeniable commitment slowly eroded by crippling personal unhappiness and still
I moved Mountains

The journey felt long and full. She had arrived at a place of strength and surrendered to service. She had been delivered, to the boy dressed as a husband, and the girl with the torn wings and the child a shade of grey. She went to work and used all she had, emptied her heart, shone her light, remembered who she was and her gifts. She thought she spent her last dime although she was forgotten by them along the way. Then she remembered.

She is wealthy. She has all the love she needs because she has been granted all the Universe has. She was meant to be here for her as well. She learned all those lessons for all the moments to fix those wings and feed the boy and try to touch and warm the man.

She holds the little sticky hand that has dropped the dandelions and holds a paper airplane now as she walks past the Mountain

and smiles

Thank you