lessons in surrender ~

13 Saturday Jul 2013

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it seems
and yet I can’t be sure
my reasons for becoming –
the ways I’ve come
in shadows
of the sun

the rocky path
above the vale –
darkness gleaned
of silence
as trust I dared
remember
to the light

lessons
in surrender
tears and time
to wonder –
who am I to listen
– who to wait

blossoms burst
from dirty hands
as hearts somewhere
to whisper –
my name aloud
in places
I am found

. . .

patterns ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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how fragile
our returning –
for time to cease to be
where sorrows
wash an ocean to the sea
patterns of remembrance –
where moments fell
between
love was ever meant
to be
this way

as shells
along an ancient path
some distance from the shore
broken as the sailor
wandered home
tiny bones –
as silver fins
are written to each leaf
stories of a journey
never known

. . .

come on rain ~

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

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of oceans
might you tell me
of shores I never found
holding there –
your last goodbye
to know

messages untangled
as notes
forgot to send
strains the moonlight
leaving
sands below

held against
your mercies
pardoned by your grace
prayed for some
where’er your tears
might fall

purged
of ancient rivers
rushing toward the sea
bathed in pools
of jasper –
winter squall

of timbers
other paths were crossed
with stories of regret
– passed along
as ships
without a sail

merchant chafed
as some suspect –
before the turning home
winds of fate
were destined
to prevail

the shallow dish
of wading pool –
glimmers bright your blue –
came the hottest august
to your kiss

memories reflecting
on a sweeter
somewhere now –
swords are melting
cool against
your mist

. .

souvenirs ~

02 Saturday Mar 2013

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backwards
and still –
I come every time
forgetting again
what was never my lot –
a river of feathers
float on the air
crushed by the branches
in rush
to the sea

of white
honeysuckle
the hardest
of pearls –
hands thick as bark
beaded briar
whispers long buried
as story with stone
lacey white nest
of the earth

wing’ed the velvet
of once magic swords
pass as a thought into day –
stallions embarked
on paths cross the deep
nature foretelling
the depth of
our sins

ripples are tracing
paths –
thru the black
lost are the seasons
unspoken by name
babies are crying
somewhere past the dark –
stars feel their way
to the sun

. . .

lines to cross ~

21 Thursday Feb 2013

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were passion
but a line to cross –
a turn of anguished page
(conforming not)
the heart to fear –
or sorrows to assuage

were comfort here
and only this –
why tarry
come to stay
(and bring the kite
we never flew –
dreams we put away)

were love resolved to limits
rules were written
(were they not) –
was there a way
I came for you
(and others
I’ve forgot)

were birth the death
I’ve come to tell –
think not it be
the one
for truth
defines the seeker –
(a journey never done)

let loose the chains
unlock the ache –
raise the broken window high
take this breath
(my only)
as my last

change of me
as shadows shift –
and colors alter form
lest names
be all the proof (we find)
of light
(we shared) before

. . .

glimmer ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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were e’er the truth
be hiding –
as a speck against the night
as blue beneath
the april lizard’s tongue
as echoes burned
to dying song –
crickets born to cry
forgotten to the living
everything

were stories ours
for writing –
the ending still unseen
revealed in lacey shadows
down the hall –
or grown beyond
the reach of roots
warm beneath the clay –
clutched within the hands
of everything

were reason
ours to master –
seasons ours to sail
worlds beyond the red
that is our flame
of life and love
resounding –
crushes now the sigh
rolled onto the back
of everything

were moments
but a glimmer –
sand between our toes
dimestore glue
and glitter
make a crown
light to torch the fabric
wherein our love
is one –

come to see
(come to be) the truth
in everything

. . .

reflection ~

26 Wednesday Dec 2012

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longing

of places I’ve known
no other the same
so still is the calm
of my night
held without fame
at the end of my reason
dancing white prisms
of myrtle and blue

reflection
to light
by subtle intent –
vines weaving fate out of rhyme
gentle reminders of
something unsaid
blossom to shadows
again

patterns
repeated
except for the one
threads pulled apart
by the strain
words reconstruct
the vows of my heart –
yet lend not to verses
the voice
of my soul

flawed ~

21 Friday Dec 2012

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within

o precious redeemer
hold tighter
I pray –
and garner my heart
with your wonderous grace

know me
bestow me
paths you have laid
grant me the courage
to turn not away
from the living
forgiving
of choices long made
that I might endure
every kiss
every blade

in pleasing
releasing
both laughter and tears
joys spilled over
to the places of fear
of becoming
the only
of always I am
a snowflake in autumn
a flaw in the plan

of pathways
and patience –
my purpose to find
eternity already come
and I never willing
silent to sit
while life dances by
on the lawn

turning
returning
spinning in place
lost in a moment
floating in space
living and dying
forever
today

to lose
to be broken
to be torn
and be healed
remembering light
as a scar to my soul
born into breath
this morning
again –
with nothing to keep
and all now to hold

mercies
how tenderly
each one revealed
and somewhere
they worry for me
swirling
unfurling
as leaves falling down
love waiting only
to be