by design ~

18 Saturday Sep 2021

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blessings, grace, lessons, life, love, reminders of me, remnants, story, time

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

. . .

nights I prayed for this ~

17 Friday Sep 2021

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and gone, blessings, fleeting, fragile intimacy, life, love, moments, story, time

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

. . .

solace ~

02 Friday Jul 2021

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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

. . .

silent conversations ~

01 Thursday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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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.

horizons ~

09 Wednesday Jun 2021

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blessings, grace, home, life, love, moments, morning, spirit, time, touch, truth

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

. . .

holy flame ~

27 Tuesday Apr 2021

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blessings, gift, holy trust, love, night sky, spirit, stars, story, time, truth, witness

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