how selfish
seems the counting
before
and now again
dust returned –
to roads
where none have been
grace
is prayers unoffered
in silence
promise said
hours kept adrift
by one amen
. . .
adrift ~
09 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
summer ~
09 Tuesday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
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assurance, becoming, bliss, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowing, love, memory, nature, passion, promise, reason, resurrection, seasons, time, truth, value, wonder
in this faraway moment
time is not erased
each grain of every wooden plank
calls out to and from centuries
of worship
the chipped paint
hymn to solitary prayer
over green fields
winds blow
with secrets common
to each faithful soul
forgotten
yet remembered each year
springtime cannot touch this sanctity
and winter dares not destroy its promise
summer has parched temple lips
leaving words fragile on autumn’s
altars of color
yet nothing
has dimmed such beauty
nor reasons
that made it live
. . .
temporary bones ~
08 Monday Jun 2015
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assurance, beauty, birth, connection, death, divine this, eternal, fearless, home, life, love, poetry, seasons, time
gathered
as the years
to watch
the sun ease
o’er the mountain
sparing not
these temporary
bones
this choice for keeping
everything
love was ne’er
for loss
e’en now
the dawn awaits
our welcome
home
. . .
words I know by heart ~
05 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
beauty, becoming, blessings, creation, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, truth, value, wholeness, wonder
how vast the realms
of I confess
a portion of my soul
was scattered
silver seeds
among the stars
wished upon by dreamers
awakened by the night
a canopy of stories –
with thread
the same as mars
smoke that stills
the canyons
before a raging storm
is captured to
the mirror I am holding
in my arms
eyes in shades
of abalone
words I know by heart
are whispered
by the sailor –
carried by the sea
backwards to a moment
unremembered
overheard by sparrows
sharing secrets
with the dark
. . .
unfolding ~
04 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
burns like whiskey ~
03 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
angels, assurance, beauty, brokenness, choice, compassion, connection, depression, family, fearless, healing, hurt, letting go, love, tenderness, wholeness
in the breath
that was
an unborn child
a shadow
o’er the sun
ancient waves
crashing to the sea
echoing surrender
tears as silent rain
while wishing
fell asleep
against my soul
courage
burns like whiskey
when all the nights
are long
dreams denied
the sanctity
of home
. . .
Author’s Note: Recently, my heart has been laid open, working with someone I love (dearly) to address old hurts, old pains, scars beneath the scars. Depression wears thin across the same old lines, always taking more than we had to give.
tethered by remembers ~
03 Wednesday Jun 2015
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becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch
pardon
my reflection
on moments
such as these
a place and time
wherein we are
the same
tethered
by remembers
stories into one
another life
from living held apart
as gentle
arms surrounding
breath against
my ear
constellations
gathered us around
was ever
there
the way returned
to learn of love
anew
forever rings
a silent
I love you
. . .
dreams I knew before ~
27 Wednesday May 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
divine this, fearless, home, just, knowing, love, sacred intimacy, seasons, sometimes, time, touch, unremembering, value
to hold
what solace taking
lest I love you
from afar
til distance dimmed
and I am where
you are
held in place
by promises
a prodigal returned
across the night
ten thousand
wingless dawns
are perched upon
my windowsill
dreams I knew before
as certain now
the coming back
to find I love you
more
. . .
of the fall ~
26 Tuesday May 2015
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Tags
assurance, beauty, blessings, bliss, gravel roads, here, home, joy, letting go, love, sometimes, starting, truth, unremembering, value, wandering
can we ever
live it over –
leave from places
now forgot
making butterflies
paper
from the moon
remembered
where the going –
was for times
we couldn’t stay
a sunrise
like no other
burned again
lives
becoming stories
of the falling
into you
the taste of home –
a kiss
within a name
. . .
one more only time –
23 Saturday May 2015
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press me not
for names and places
one more only time
a moment
just beginning
separates me now
from a life
I might have lived
beyond the realm
of rhyme
wonder unexpected
fearless in my flight
as once a sparkle
danced
above the pines
how many lives
will I return
defending what was lost
searching every
memory
of time
. .
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