Susan Christen

In the Garden of Special Needs

Sweet rugged beauty

Piercing hearts and fingers

Cactus flower child

Love nourished by blood and tears

Cruel thorns tear both ways

My heart aches for you

And those who miss your wonder

Cactus flower child

Precious one I see

Your blossoms among the thorns

Cactus flower child

Look with eyes of soul

Words fail, orchids pale before

Cactus flower child

My elegant cherished bloom

Love and joy are ours

Haiku/Rensaku (haiku series)

Wind and Light

I have never seen the wind

But I can feel it

And know that it is.

I have never touched the light

But I can see that it

Brings color and perspective to all that it touches.

As surely as the unseeable wind sends sunflowers dancing

And the untouchable light brings their sunny yellow faces to life

I now find those I’ve loved deeply

Whose physical loss brought so much pain

Still subtly whisper somewhere

Just beyond my conscious awareness

A breeze against my heart

A beacon in the darkness

I feel their unseen present eternal authentic love

And know it truly does go on forever

As real as the wind and the light

Only endless…

Free Verse

Ascension

My Friend

It feels like we’ve been in the wilderness longer than Moses and the children of Israel—

Wandering ‘round and ‘round the redundant Mount Sinai. Has it been forty years yet?

No matter. It’s been too long and I find myself reeling under the baggage I’ve collected along the way.

Do you feel any need to go ‘round this mountain even one more time?

Do you think we can find enrichment continuing to track the sorry paths choice and chance have brought us to,

Or do we just multiply angst and aggravation by revisiting them over and over again?

I see with sudden clarity that it’s today again today. A new day unlike any other.

Let’s live in it. Let’s rise anew from the ashes of our pasts.

Not broken, not mended, not maimed, but forged,

And stronger and better than we were ever capable of being…Until now.

The way ahead is forward.

I’ve caught a wonderful new magic blowing in the winds of change.

Could it be contagious? I’d love to share it with you,

But with or without you, my grief and grievance are relinquished.

My heart is off its knees and I’m shining into the uncertain future.

Maybe I’ll fly…

I hope you catch the magic. Thank you for being

My Friend.

Free Verse

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