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Monthly Archives: April 2016

another past ~

29 Friday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry

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endless, home, life, love, remembered to home, returning, sacred intimacy, sweet, time, touch, travel

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whene’er
the spell of twilight
burns
to steal a sky so blue ~
will then I pause
my heart in wonder
how much of time
tis breath
til you
and I are found ~
when days no longer
move to block the path returned
how many stars
were wishes trailing ~
trade but for some other
spurned –
will find a place
within my soul
reflections of another past
nights
when I was famous ~
even so ~
left my name
amid your secrets
fallen stars
now taking hold

. . .

simply ~

20 Wednesday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, Rambling, Uncategorized

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grace, life, love, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, truth

 

“Sometimes, in the midst of a crazy day or a crazier week, I get an email from my brother, ‘meet you below the falls in five minutes’.   And just like that, I am somewhere else, breathing in the cold spray from high above, as laughter echoes off canyon walls.   Even now, I close my eyes and hear the wonderful music that is bare feet on flat rocks.”

 

If we’re fortunate, we realize the blessing in the midst of its becoming rather than only in retrospect. In doing so, we free ourselves from bitterness, regret, and a future filled with frustration as we attempt to re-write the past.

In doing so, we erase the illusion that is time.

While the body may be tethered to the advance of hours, years, seasons, love is not.  As someone near and dear to me commented recently, ‘How time dissolves in the mind, when our frame of reference is simply love …’

Touché

. . .

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twilight descent ~

19 Tuesday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, Storytelling, Uncategorized

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beginning, blessing, holding, home, joy, learning to live, life, love, resurrection, sorrows, truth

thoughtyouhere

4/13/2016
7:15 AM

when leaves don the color
of twilight descent
when night pulls away
from the dawn
when tears all have dried
will you remember me then
as a time
saved for living
divine

will the birds
sing a chorus –
songs known by heart
to fill up the trees
– as breath
with the breeze

that blows through
your hair
unsettling loves
you’ve forgotten
to remember
somehow

will you wake
with a start –
with a longing for home
miles from the place
was forever begun
might I find you again
by another
someday
a light spilling warm
to my face

elusive as memory
at the edge of a dream
where last I was held
in your arms
untouched by tomorrow
a moment of grace
lingers now
on beginning –
my sorrows
erased

. . .

unfiltered ~

11 Monday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Storytelling

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beauty, family, honor, life, love, strenth, treasure, trust, wildflowers

More than one florist tried selling us on roses, on carnations, lilies or gladiolas.

Somehow none of those seemed worthy of the man
who found beauty
in the wildflowers and weeds….

daddysbouquet

where
and I am with you now
no different
than before –
when winds are blown
and waves –
the sea concedes
faultless as a message
left behind
to soothe the shore
know that I am waiting –
a breath
you’ve yet to breathe

. . .

beyond ~

07 Thursday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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blessings, blessings in sorrow, family, homecoming, life, love, runneth over, seasons, truth

The most amazing thing happened on Wednesday, April 6th, 2016.

Robert Brady George was reunited with his parents, Annie and DB; grandmother, Darthula; sisters, Louanna and Imogene; brothers, Eucle, JD and Hubert; a very special grandson (Nathan Allen Ray); and a host of angels, relatives and friends nurtured by 83 years of living.

It had been many years since most had been together and the lull was long enough. From all accounts, the reunion was beyond what mere words could describe. Tears of joy, hugs and kisses, storytelling, thunderous laughter and a flood of emotions were said to have filled the sacred halls. After several hours of celebrating a beautiful life, the group was seen moving at the speed of light into the heavens.

Survivors are beyond the limit of numbers, but include his sweetheart, his wife of 60 years, Bonnie; children – Bobbie Ward (Jay), Janey Ray (Rick) , Stephen George (Michelle), Renee McGowen (Terry); grandchildren – Daniel Ray (Jennifer), Stephen ‘Toot’ Ray (Rose), Andrea Ray (Brent), Robert George (Susan), Stephanie George, Hannah McGowen (Nate), Cameron McGowen; and great grandchildren – Lathan, Mia, Remie, and Brody.

The roots of this tree run deeper than names and blood; deeper than bone or the limit of words to page. Blessings have a way of multiplying; hearts, filling up until all we know is love.

God is good (all the time).

Author’s Note:  On Tuesday morning of this week, my mother suffered a heart attack and was air-lifted to a regional medical center in Nashville. She underwent a procedure for immediate repair of her heart. She worried about daddy, and though he wasn’t told, perhaps he felt it. Or maybe he felt the assurance that she was being cared for. At the end of a weary day on Wednesday, we were called to the facility where my father has been a patient for the last 8 months. When we arrived, we found him already gone, sleeping in his bed as if he had simply drifted off upon a dream. We stayed for hours, into the night, figuring a plan for how to tell mama, but relishing in stories, song, and laughter as daddy ‘slept’ within arm’s reach. We realized that had our mother not suffered her attack on Tuesday, the event of Wednesday would likely have triggered one greater than her heart could bear. Storms had swept through, keeping my brother at home (only a mile or so from the nursing facility) rather than visiting my mother. In the haste to get to the hospital, we left behind her phone (averting the call of Wednesday evening).  Time and again, we were presented with a truth greater than our grief – that every tear is precious, and that God never lets us go.

This morning, a note from my niece. My initial thought – it was a delay from yesterday.

Update on Papa this morning.
He is doing amazing! Up and tending
the garden already. Huge improvement since
yesterday!! He will visit you all today so
look for him. He is love, and he is everywhere!

. . .

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