06 Monday Dec 2021
I am
the child of a living God
the essence of a garden
I am the blood
of ten thousand tribes
made to one
I am the breath of heaven
a river rush with tears
a light denied
the limits
of the sun
I am
willing to be broken
so that I might rise again
deciding as I will
my destiny
I am not afraid
of falling
mine are wings
of love divine
I will lean into
and wait
a certain wind
. . .
18 Saturday Sep 2021
for graces
I’ve forgotten –
blessing without shame
paths I took
another day –
delivered me
the same
tho now my heart
is loosened
by the weight of
yesterdays
love I held much longer
than choice
to give away
of starry nights
loving arms –
gifted by design
mornings when
another sun
broke through –
a moment of forever
holy mine
a sacred truth
is written here –
to my soul
and on my face
hands I’ve held
names I keep –
as evidence
of grace
. . .
17 Friday Sep 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
lest I reach
across the dark
chasing shadows
chasing you
lest I fall
without permission
to be saved
when I speak
of longing scattered
by years
wherein we lay –
might you wonder
of a promised
one more day
lest I sleep
and give our story
to sheets
they never tell
of the ways I came
nights I prayed
for this
lest I dream
and no one notice
what was left behind
of me –
lest my truth be lost
to words
beyond my need
. . .
02 Friday Jul 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
blessings, grief, kiss, life, love, lovers, seasons, souvenirs, time, truth, wealth, what we keep
what feelings
will tomorrow bear
when I return to dust –
the path we wandered
helplessly –
hands becoming one
will someone seek
the answers –
as tender years unfold
will verses speak
to lovers
seeking solace
from this load
with time so short
sometimes unfair –
grant me this goodbye
that I might memorize
the ways we came
grant me nothing more
than one more kiss –
a final breath
made sweeter by
your name
. . .
01 Thursday Jul 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
abundance, aging, blessings, breath, dementia, family, gifts, home, life, love, memory, moments, wealth
near the end
he wandered –
could scarce remember me
a vanilla shake
then
he’d start to fall
searching for a memory
within a stranger’s face
a picture of a picture
permanence displaced
tho now and then
those liquid eyes
would speak when words were lost
in silent conversations
we’d say it all –
the best of best
a world made right
love –
and there’d we stay
wrapped within the moment
of ten thousand
sweeter days
I’d whisper
as he fell in love
with a voice he knew by heart
arms that reached
to find him –
with every precious
start
. . .
Author’s Note: In the months before my daddy passed, there would be days when I visited – days when he didn’t know me. Yet, he would allow me there, watching my hands as I touched him, my mouth as I spoke…… I’ve often said that every girl should be allowed at least one moment when their father falls in love with them. ❤ And here, we stay.
09 Wednesday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
morning
comes slow
anxious the dawn
as light
pouring touch
from the night
how can I know
what ghosts
linger there –
distant horizons
await my retreat
a place where light
has no memory
of time –
a pause between kisses
as breath before
dawn
. . .
27 Tuesday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
if I
were but a dreamer
with verse my only trade
worn to breath –
from living unafraid
I’d lose my way to letting
give it all
if you’d be mine
I’d set my course
and watch the night for signs
for another blest assurance
of places we have been
a promise left
if e’er we lived again
for each night
beyond a lifetime –
for planets not yet named
silver skies
alight with holy flame
. . .
07 Wednesday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
5 years, blessings, daddy, essential truth, life, love, memory, sometimes, spirit, there is no me without you, time
sometimes
the night feels bitter –
mornings
I can hardly move
the ache comes hard
til I would swear
there is no rest
for truth
but thoughts of you
the ties that bind
sustain a weary soul
such love
it changes everything –
becoming all
I know
. . .
01 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
blessings, death, life, memory from the fall, patient soul, reminders, soul memory, spirit home, truth
from the coming back
for going ~
for lessons learned between
for lives that never knew
where grace has been
let these
these mortal yearnings –
flow as sand before the grail
as words survived the falling
another soul to tell
will then
the fond aroma
of a meadow fresh with bloom
fill my heart with longing –
my breath with
sweet perfume
lest I plead myself
another ~
or declare a final truce
to come when spring is over
and I’ve forgotten you
. . .
18 Thursday Feb 2021
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality
what of time
was ever ours
eternity to claim
when roses bloom in winter –
will one recall
our name
tis there we live
immortal beat –
for years beyond our years
a photograph
of a photograph –
as love we reappear
as blessings
where we left them be
a smile remembers when –
love was all we knew of life
– is there we touch
again
until the night
is drawn
across the memory of us
would that another
speak aloud –
a name
the same as love
. . .
Lillian Rebecca Smith George
grace in a cotton dress
1923 – 2021
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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