We picked up your ashes today

We picked up your ashes today
When I look at them, I see bone
When I close my eyes, I see light
Something like an invisible hand
raises my lowered chin
      —“Keep looking up”
Was that your gesture? or God’s?
I loved you on earth
and I love you beyond
      —Welcome home

—Terri Guillemets

Turbulent

Sometimes a strong wind needs to whip through all the trees and tear down what’s not strong enough or what’s not meant to stay up. Sometimes a storm needs to come to our seas and rock our boats and toss us around and make sure we’re determined enough not to drown.

—Terri Guillemets