12 Thursday Dec 2013
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bliss, christmas, connection, dreams, faith, family, forgiveness, giving, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, unexpected grace, wonder
A Christmas reminder that sometimes we receive amazing
gifts when we’re expecting nothing more than baggage.
May your gifts surprise you.
Love,
Bobbie
12 Thursday Dec 2013
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becoming, bliss, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, letting go, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder
autumn winds
have blown a course
I never once imagined
lines already lost
beneath
the sand
constellations
shifted
beyond the grievous moon
turning from my place
to watch the band
removed
from all the wishing
where yet
an evening falls
distance closing –
echoes touching down
of words
I will remember
who will know them best
– the long night
laying words
without a sound
racing toward another
place I loved
the same –
was here I knew
tho eyes were closed
so tight
believing in
forever –
a life I might have known
had reason
not resolved my heart
to flight
. . .
11 Wednesday Dec 2013
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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, spirit, star crossed, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman
how is it
words were come
when there was nothing
left to say
names already written
to my heart
fade to light
so easily –
pull me from my dreams
dared to sleep
– remember me
this way
touch
not soon forgotten
graces understood
miles to go –
and still
I wander on
driven by a madness
settled as a saint –
counting
out my blessings
every one
take of mine
my moments –
as want for any less
change is sure
tho I shall
linger here
eased against
forever –
weighted by a sigh
held by something
greater still
than I
. . .
11 Wednesday Dec 2013
Posted in Poetry
It’s a wonderful thing to read something and immediately think two things – I know that feeling, and I sure wish I had written that.
http://randalldeanscott.wordpress.com/featured-poem-2/#comment-2757
Thanks to Peter for sharing the words of Randall Dean Scott.
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wisdom
left me here
the signs of age –
a road already worn
the ways of some
an ancient oak
retold
and I
for one
could never guess
the wisdom
you would carry
proof revealed
– some heaven
here
below
scattered ‘bout
these weary days
this plea
for something more
than e’er a page
a rhyme
could keep us fed
learned into
this passion
wherein your name
is kept
folded near
each page
upon my bed
sapphire tears
are hidden
by a questioning of light
of fear betrayed
with love
I couldn’t say
of where I’d be
when morning found
me watching
for a sign
when worlds beyond
our knowing –
fell away
. . .
10 Tuesday Dec 2013
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connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, seasons, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wonder
of knowing
this familiar come
the scent of almost gone
tracks across
the snow –
my yesterdays
are laced in mud –
souvenirs
of every dream restarted
the path to home
with hands to hold
– always
where
was I forgotten –
the feel of woolen sleeves
woodsmoke
curled
around my heart
just so
cedar fills
an ancient need –
stirring words to will
leaves are opened
letters
letting go
. . .
09 Monday Dec 2013
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becoming, connection, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering
might I fall
and make of pieces
edges dark
as carbon grey
light as green
the ocean swells
where twilight
meets
the ends of day
might I drift
afraid no further
than places
you once you held me
here
were dreams made real
– the heart held silent
caught a world
inside my tears
lay and listen
stay
one story
more I’ll write
of where and when
the black
fell deeper than remembered
– your light
I pulled across
within
. . .
08 Sunday Dec 2013
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bliss, breath, connection, fearless, forgiveness, frosty morning, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, moments, nature, passion, poetry, sacred intimacy, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wonder
warmth
is gathered
by my door –
tho white
the morning lawn
love is seeking arms
and I respond
as witness to
an ancient truth
fingerprints of grace
lace is strung
from pines –
but not for long
before the sun
discovers us
remembers me again
a child at once
recalled
to love I am
silent
as the first to fall
effortless to mourn
swirling feathers
softly
melting
down
. . .
07 Saturday Dec 2013
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becoming, blessings, breath, connection, death, faith, family, grace, gratitude, gravel roads, grief, knowledge, letting go, life, love, memory, moments, no matter what, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, what we keep, worth
worried
for the ways ahead
a pathway through the dark
where whispers
surely gather
me to home
memories
and might have beens
grace in stories
written
drawn upon my heart
by places known
lay for me
a softer place
just beyond the winter
love is come
and I
resolved to these
the way was mine
as life became
more my soul shall carry
grieving all
shall bring me
to my knees
tho surely this
for all I keep –
the worth
is worth the weighting
for just beyond
are spirits bound
by truth
reminders of forever
one more day
where spring endures
while here I kneel
– grateful for
each bruise
. . .
06 Friday Dec 2013
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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, distant near, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, places, reason, self, settled in, spirit, truth, understanding, unremembering, value, wandering
last night
I dreamed
(my waking one) –
a house
my ways becoming
and split three times
the porch
into the sun
the steps were broken
(all my paths
were worn)
held me there
one winter –
buried me
beneath
an ancient bough
– a stretch
of cedar wings
a longing
(not so much) apart
recalls another me
miles without a story
(coming true)
blossoms from a place
where once
I scattered
memories
. . .
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