I want to help you but you walk away
I call you but you don’t respond
I run to rescue you and you drop into waters
with a weight around your feet
– come back, dear one, come back –
I yearn for you
and know that in your veil of heavy shroud
you do not yearn for me
© Meisaan Chan
The music stops me
such sweet melody;
I sit, transfixed
as my soul floats away
© Meisaan Chan
Grackles have lousy names
twisting sound, spitting in dust
still, they lift and fly
© Meisaan Chan
The wise ones know that all storms pass
no matter how dark the sky
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
The extraordinary happens
whether we see it or not
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
I check all devices and gadgets
and log on to all memberships
waiting for something to happen,
something beyond myself, some great calling,
something that will answer this restlessness
but the only thing that happens
is that, though I keep checking
I get the gnawing feeling that
I just missed it
and to dismiss it
I keep checking
© Meisaan Chan
“Who am I?” I ask the Lord.
“Who am I?” the Lord asks me.
© Meisaan Chan
In admitting you were wrong
your world expands,
the same with admitting you need help:
you are not the center
© Meisaan Chan
Curving toward the center 