Love song to a city over seasons…

Certain cities you fall in love with when young, and then return to your whole life, through many seasons. This has been one for me.  I’ve had birthdays here starting at my 30th all the way through my 50th; that many layers of memories.

Recently, i went through the pandemic with her, visiting her often like my mother during cancer. This city and I were lovers, now we are old friends, or more like an old couple in a park together. Thankful to see signs of hope here, and that her story, though paused for two years, is beginning to write new lines again. Our stories never end. Glad to be sharing new chapters of life with her again today!

I know so many of her neighborhoods by heart, having spent days and nights in their cafes and parks, beneath her bridges writing poetry with homeless friends, and on her hilltops praying for her life over and over again.

Glad her Spring is returning, and her hope for all those who have found themselves havened by her Bay. All us dreamers who have over the years, found ourselves havened by your way, pray hope for a brighter return oh diverse city of my friend St Francis. May you be healthy again, and may your homeless walk again, and lift you up, and may your parks sing again, and may everyone, even nomads like me, praise God beneath your trees while passing.

Thanks for havening me back then, and then growing up with me, so we can sit again unmasked in your parks and just read or write a book and be together friend. I love you lover and now old friend. Keep shining, we will need you again! You are a sign and symbol of something within us which keeps desiring to glow on.