Angels sing ~

09 Thursday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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acceptance, allowing, blessing, forgiveness, life, love, sometimes, truth, weebie weebie, writing in the dark

closerthis

The things we bring down and burn out without knowing the cost. Then there are those who know the price but think things will work out…not realizing the expense of acceptance. Did they ever know the worth? Judge me not.

A rough winter snows wisdom. We try once more to bear it because we love the warmth of the fire. Surviving strengthens one evermore. It holds us ransom. Angels sing.

I love this poem. I’m there seeing it, feeling it, knowing that fragile trading and what was/is truly given. God spoke.

Author’s Note: For the breadth of my years, I am a servant at the altar of writing in the dark….. The words come and I let them. ❤

tenderness unknown ~

08 Monday May 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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allowing, breath, forever, love, seasons, silence of the heart, time

floating_petals

ten thousand suns
a moment’s dare
to feel the warmth
of twilight bare

into the cleft
where once the heart
was troubled by forever
turned

a tenderness
unknown to most –
ashes fell as snowflakes
leaves of red
were golden sailed

into the midday
burn

. . .

a way about ~

28 Monday Mar 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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all I know, allowing, gravel roads, life, love, remembering, roads to home, sacred intimacy, sometimes, wandering

pullmehome

of moments
some unworthy
I’ve forgotten
where they went
roads I thought
might get me back
to home
loosened by a memory
kept aside the same
words where none
would matter
anyway

how it was
and where I left
these pieces of my soul –
to question
who would notice
what was gone
dreaming
has a way about
of bringing us around
along the road
we wandered
yesterday

. . .

places we’ve been ~

03 Wednesday Feb 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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allowing, bliss, breath, knowing what we know, light, love, memory, remembrance, seeing in the dark, tenderness, truth

beyond words

I’m the daughter
of a son
a tender petition
an echo
where promise
once moved on the wind
a wave from the marrow
river of my heart
spoke
in the language
of soul

to your soul

a moment
returning
to one never lost –
how sweetly we feel
when cleared
from the past
remembered as whole
to places we’ve been
touched
without touching
eternally when
we were held
as a secret –
passed without word

from a light
just beginning
to burn

. . .

loosened ~

23 Thursday Oct 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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allowing, becoming, bliss, conscious consciousness, desire, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wonder

within the silent
answers come
to prayers
I’ve near forgot
whispered
like a song
into these folds

became of need
but one desire
for love
as I am known
traces left
to grieve a heart
of stone

words are loosened
promises
– from all
they might have been
when proffered
by a moment
on my knees

. . .

deceived by the chill ~

17 Monday Feb 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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allowing, assurance, breath, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, grief, life, living, love, memory, reason, relationship, sorrow, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value

o tell me again
of a moment so dear
could cleave from my soul
the remembrance
of ache
would weave
of the losing
a tapestry fine
wrapped as it was
to the story began

blest be the grieving
til nothing is lost
but an emptiness
filled by a kiss long ago
wrench from my sorrows
the mercy of love
– to remain
when the earth
is gone cold

let not these arms
be deceived by the chill
this bed
by the falling apart
tempt not these lips
in silence
to squander –
the richness of story
held by the heart

. . .

leaves of winters past ~

27 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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allowing, becoming, blessings, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wide open

listen
do you hear
the memory of wind
a trust of almost everything
we know
echoes of any ancient crest
winging o’er the pines
remembrance of a valley
far below

silence
do you feel me
whispers of your heart
a moment of submission
rattles still
as melody
of mountain streams
rivers nearly dry –
now are come
our letting to reveal

story
might we gather
around the sacred page –
to speak aloud
of times
we wandered through
breathless as beginning
leaves of winters past
fragile break –
as grace we fell into

listen
do you hear
the memory of wind

. . .

covenant ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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allowing, becoming, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, letting go, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, understanding, wandering

within the reborn
dust of earth –
within these gentle grasses
whispers hide
as secrets gathered all
life begins
anew I find –
most every day awakens
to take my breath
before the evening call

verses read
to soothe the soul –
while memory – her mother
lies awake the night
to hear us breathe
quiet as the covenant
was made
before this passing
prayers are lost
– and still to love
we cleave

. . .

tornadoday

~ …might I be found in words I leave behind

Tag Archives: allowing

Angels sing ~

tenderness unknown ~

a way about ~

places we’ve been ~

loosened ~

deceived by the chill ~

leaves of winters past ~

covenant ~