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when this is over ~
20 Friday Mar 2020
Category Archives: spirituality
reminders of a wish ~
19 Thursday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
endearing, faith, longing, love, pandemic, promise, reminders, seasons, surrender, tears, time, trust
how tender this
the end begins –
from stems
are petals longing
reaching toward the water
tears
we dared to dream
yesterday
reminders of a wish
no longer new
a promise once removed –
from all
the heart
has left
. . .
Sundays ~
18 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
breath, life, light, love, membory, memory, moments, spirit, story, suspended, time, without measure, writing in the dark
do you remember
Sundays –
how sunlight
filled the covers
how warm
the breath of coffee
brewing whispers
to the soul
a lifetime gathered
sweetly
to the fold
do you remember
how it wasn’t
the same as any other –
waffles left
for later in the day
do you remember
making story
from a moment
we were touching
words –
becoming places
we will
stay
. . .
desire to fall ~
03 Tuesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
beginning, free will, home, life, love, memory, nature, reincarnation, reminders, spirit, surrender, truth
rivers
remember
their way to the sea
swallows by memory
come home
across each beginning
to a time
without name –
how sweet each surrender
to places unknown
backward and onward
upward
set free –
ten thousand lives
to recall
mercy is taken
when all else is lost –
grace in desire
to fall
the edge of forever
but a journey began –
willing our way
to return
stars without memory
of a wish
spoke aloud –
long before night
thought to burn
. . .
in a story one night ~
02 Monday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
did you write
of my touch –
in a story one night
did you dream
of these years
worn away
did you swear
every memory
was mine to infer
each promise –
as light
just returning
to day
is my name
but a prayer –
at the end of your life
my heart –
but a place
still to know
do you miss
me sometimes –
do your eyes fill with tears
when reflecting
on moments
let go
don’t let go
. . .
squandered time ~
02 Monday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
beyond the knowing, breath of life, divine intimacy, grace, home, life, love, memory, spirit, truth
beyond the fear
of knowing
a knowledge greater still
than all the books
remembered
in their prime
beyond the grace
of letting be –
the first sweet breath
of life –
a memory returned
of squandered time
sorrow bears
the taking back –
yet grieves for days
between
when all we loved
remains as tears
divine
. . .
before my bones grow cold ~
27 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
blessing, cheryl mccann, eternity, grief, home, life, light, love, memory, prayer, spirit, truth
what measure this –
the meeting
of ancient light to soul
in stories
tell me once again –
before my bones grow cold
brittle
as beginning they
warmed within your arms
gather me
tether me –
against the sweet foretelling
of alarm
where name becomes
a memory –
some other life begins
beyond this golden sunset
I exist –
remember how I loved
how I’ll miss
the making of each moment
within the nights to come
let me go
how far and still –
already
I’ll be home
. . .
Cheryl McCann
5/30/1977 ~ 02/26/2020
eighteen ~
25 Tuesday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
choice, forgiveness, light, llife, love, memory, seasons, spirit, time, trust, truth, when I've forgotten you
there’s nothing left
to understand
nothing more to promise
no vow of recollection –
verses without rhyme
do you remember
anything
of every breath
remaining
a whisper of forgiveness
when arriving at the shore
did you think
I had forgotten
misplaced my faithful
longing –
a day reserved for turning ’round
backwards into now
. . .
one more yesterday ~
25 Tuesday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
destiny, divine guidance, home, intimacy, life, love, soul search, spirit, story, time, truth, unknown, wanderer
sometimes
the right of not quite fair
is more than I can carry –
the wrong
of who decided
when and where
the road would lead –
dreams would snare
the tired soul from slumber
would years reward
the wanderer
with one more yesterday
a kiss
denied the keeping –
touch
by time erased
paths we took
unknowing
of the coming back
to grace
. . .
how it was ~
20 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
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