Thursday, March 6, 2014


Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes, things don’t look as if they will fit.
Take any two stones, for example. Do they seem 

exactly as they need to be to create a wall? No. But put them 
side by side and listen carefully. They will tell you how they 
were once of the same great mountain and how much they long 
to be together again, and how when turned just so, they align, 
perfectly. And, they do. And something new is created of them.

Sometimes, often perhaps, we humans say:
“There is time and distance.”
“There is culture and race.”
“There are politics.”

We say:

“We can’t. We don’t match.”
And nothing new is created of us.

I asked about this recently. My heart needed to know why
it is here and not someplace else.

And the spirits replied, “Promises.”


And then I saw:

How the souls of lovers who are true to their promises 
are returned to this world
on the opposite side of fortress walls.

And, I understood the work:

How the courageous heart is meant to be a chisel.

Oh, my Beloved,
it seems we’ve been sent here to
destroy this world.

© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Re-Union: Coming Home to Each Other" (a work in progress)

(Feel free to share. Poetry is meant to move.)

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