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til when ~

13 Wednesday May 2020

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yesterhere

dare we worry
the darkness coming
– or tears
we’re bound to leave
a sorrow not yet given –
tis a blessing
I believe

a barter made
for living –
will grieve our losses
soon enough
with silence
meant for breaking –
were not for love

let us take our fill
of passion
and toast the days
til when –
we meet beyond the taking
in the place
where love began

. . .

the girl you know ~

22 Wednesday Apr 2020

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lovereturning

for every tear
some blessing still
comfort in the dark
memories
too light
for weigh me down
names not soon forgotten
taste the same
upon my tongue

never less than once
I was
before the day you came
the heart of me
resounding
(just as sweet – the same)

contrary yes –
tho made the more
for ways in which I go…
the best of love
becoming part
of all the girl
you know

. . .

Angels sing ~

09 Thursday Apr 2020

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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. ❤

wherever lovers are ~

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

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holythis

when all my days
are nothing –
but a soothing breeze recalled
when memory has left
the only ones
remained of all

I loved
I loved completely –
with life
til I was sore
who will tell the story best
of all the days
before

who will know
to worry –
for purpose yet undone
as those endeared
beside me lay –
and those resolved
to stone

will e’er my shadow
linger
in places not so far –
or will my name
become a prayer
wherever lovers are

. . .

through my bones ~

06 Monday Apr 2020

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beyond

it’s been awhile
these days between
the first kiss
and the last –
years have rolled
as thunder
through my bones
reminders of the summers
we laughed
until we cried
knee deep in the river
that was life

. . .

in loving rememory –
Robert Brady
9/11/32 – 4/6/2016
love is the best of all we carry

❤

before my bones grow cold ~

27 Thursday Feb 2020

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justthis (2)

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

in the still before counting ~

28 Monday Oct 2019

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could it be

in the still
before counting –
the breeze
once a sigh
ashes
leaves
falling down
did we find
our redemption –
a silent retreat
once remembered
can ne’er be
unknown
from a moment
of light
is a flickered
permission –
sparks unto flame
unto stars
lighting the darkness
filling our night
was the place
we were found –
to begin

. . .