On the porch

One of these evenings

when I was standing on the porch in darkness

listening to the silence getting imbedbed

between every new layer of freshly fallen snow

only a few moons before winter solstice

I was wondering why so few words of beauty

left my throat and hands for quite some time

So I caught myself sighing

“Ahh Great Spirit, God and Friend....

I wish you would speak through my mind again...”

And the Goddess answered smiling

“My son...you know that:

what I speak through...is your heart!

You closely have to listen there boy!

And the rest of the work

all this colorful, playful, passionate expression

these manyfold translations of the one language of love

I really have to leave up to you, okay?

I mean seriously, okay?”

“Damn, it even is the fun part...” she groaned,

“you should see the state of my workshop these days

Jesus, I nearly grow a long white beard!”