Ritual 9 Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Who can stay mementos of wind and surf,
The rustle of leaves and sparkle of burns
We once noticed? So many flowers and clouds
Touched, and ideas we designed together?
In so much music and silence do you live.
I meet comrades and acquaintances who
Would share a word to complete your story
And there you are. You snap like a twig
At every turn I take in the people's war,
And stir like freshness from old love letters,
Like flash of insight from common patterns.
I remember how Deity travels, rising
From sunlight or birdsong, and moving on.
My heart opens that you may stop to rest.