michele kostelnik

How best should I remember you?
I think of how fast lives pass...
No choice but to weep, soon
or last, be lost or caught-
...

It is sad to see a child's eyes in a morning light
crying out but no bread in sight
Possessions are few and time is brief
The parents-beyond reason wait with grief
...

All pits of life have gone by.
Your soul is the only thing that
will not die.
Beneath ground are these black caves
...

I've watched you from a distance.

There's a child I can see in back of your eyes.
...

The burial ground came out of the past.
A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan
all seemed downcast.
Time had stood still with their names
...

the strangeness of others even
your sisters and brothers
is a responsibility
to overcome-
...

It felt so warm at the top of the tree-

until a hard wind blew the branch off of me.
...

Where have those real people gone,
you know, the ones who were
bohemian born.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
...

We are all to blame, you know!

Mistakes and sins through time
are making a final show.
...

where has my love gone?
the absurd warmth
leaves me.
where is the longing passion?
...

Is like a caged bird-
Be it canary, parakeet, parrot-
Freedom being the open door
to the cage-
...

Never a creature or bird did perch
upon the tower of that big church.
As I gaze from my bedroom window,
upon a hill,
...

It was a small New England town.
Tiny streets summer homes, and soft
sounds of waves whispered to me.
From my bed room window I could
...

It was cold one late December night.
Constance walked to the shelter.
She held a large tapestry bag tightly
in her old hands.
...

In the stillness of moonlight a lonely
trumpit player sits.
He bleats out an uncertain melody.
There are its hooves, like a horse, it
...

he walked boldly across that big floor

then took my hand saying-lets explore
...

Mistakes will be like a flame.
Everyone shares in the shame.
Hope in our Lord is all we've got.
Our sins (you see) He has forgot.
...

I was a child and you were my hero
pity me not - though my heart be at zero
I shall go back to our sea shore
to build a sand castle once more
...

He left us His Word - He soon would be back.
There came an unusual rumbling.
Was it a train on the track?
We never dreamed the time would come;
...

Never will I hold my little son
again or see him frolic in his
playpen.
My heart had many tears but
...