24 Monday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, angels, becoming, blessings, family, home, knowing, life, love, memory, self, truth, wisdom
of yesterdays
when I was five –
older yet than most
with eyes
pretending
no one
dared to swim
oceans bare
a fleeting snare
waves and wings
remember
of paths
already knowing
us to find
get me home
some other way
a dream beyond
september
hands to reach
across
into my own
. . .
12 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in a time for telling, home
11 Tuesday Aug 2015
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Most days, as I arrive home, I’m scanning the tree line, hoping to see one of three bunnies that live in my yard. They adore my abundance of clover.
The newest is just a baby. This morning, as I walked out before leaving the house, he emerged from beneath a pine, stretching as if I had disturbed his sleep. It’s the same tree where I saw him last night, as my headlights traced the edge of his ‘one of a kind’ bunny ears. Regardless of my day, I squeal with delight when I see him or one of the others.
They remind me of a truth far deeper than ever I could write.
I am a child of nature. There’s no other place where I feel as whole, as blessed. There are places I know of that seem to be as close to heaven as possible. The air is clearer, the pace a bit slower, and even babies stop their crying.
Every breath is one of divine intention, manifestation of a loving God.
I believe the hardest commandment to keep is the last – Thou shall not covet. I feel the need to confess every time I visit Millie’s port. I’m in total envy of her place in North Carolina. I imagine the cool dirt path beneath my toes, the soft shush of wind pushing bough against limb.
There’s a similar spot not far from me, where I cannot pass without stopping, sloughing off my shoes, and wading into waters surely as clear and cool as they were thousands of years ago.
It is my refuge, my recharger. It is home regardless of where I’m going or how long I’ve been gone.
it is here that I
understand
what was surely the
lesson
set deep in my bones
a voice
I remember
from a far distant place
was to gather me
home
a wanting so right
I could lay
side by side
with the stars
tracing back the journey
the ways we had come
returning of souls
unto one
creator of all
calls my beginning
none
no other the same
as the fate
of a sparrow
a silent recall
to the heart
we were sharing
another
one day
a lighted
cathedral
of cedar and spring
windows
propped up
by the night
here I am nothing
everything true
a melding of shadow
endeared to the light
memory given to name
beloved of heaven
writer of wings
breath I have tasted
as mine
is known in this
stillness
where I am begun
from a song
once the robins
were singing
so sweet
. . .
10 Monday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
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acceptance, blessings, divine, forgiveness, gifts, giving, grace, grief, healing, introspection, joys, loss, love, meek, nothing more than this, seasons, time, truth
As of late, I’ve been criticized for being distant, quiet, unavailable, aloof, and downright selfish.
My southern grace pushes me to apologize, but the part that is protective of me – my hurts, my heart, my silence – doesn’t feel the need to say I’m sorry, for fear it will be seen as an opening door – an unwelcome intrusion into the private world that is me.
Experience has shown me that it is a fragile line which divides time I need for myself and time I gladly sacrifice for others. Perhaps that’s why it’s so noticeable, since most of my time is spent on the sacrifice side of the fence.
Years ago, I was going through a rather traumatic time, and I didn’t share it with my family. Some likely saw that as selfish, and yet, it was a difficult period and my focus needed to be on myself. I’m certain (still) that if I had shared it with others, my role would have changed into being one to helping them to get through it. It’s also possible that the shift in focus would have been good for me, even if it came with the cost of certain burden.
Sometimes (selfish or not), it has to be about me. And sometimes, it is in these times that I realize those who love me most – those who allow me whatever I need (even – and especially when – it is at odds with what they would prefer).
Thank you for allowing me the gift of oneness, the sweet rapturous void of nothing…….. ❤
what time remains
as once we gathered
shadows of the sun
hands were folded
soft into
dreams we dared become
a fallen spark
of ancient light
some other
might have been
moments held
within the space
of one
evergreen
and miles to go
home before we knew
a garden bloomed
from seeds
of yesterday
a path
not one remembers
a distant
passing through
remains the same
as these we loved
blessings to repay
nights beyond
when all I dreamed
was you
. . .
06 Thursday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
beauty, becoming, blessings, breath, essence, grace, home, light, love, meditation, morning, nature, prayer, surrender, sweetly, weather
in the swell
of a moment
forever one light
was the cool
morning mist
to my face
a lifetime
surrendered
as ages to stone
arms
like a breath
pulled around
here I am
held as forever
loosened to rhyme
so sweet now the dew
neath my feet
stars falling soft
as the last time
I wished
was the first
to remind me
of love
. . .
30 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, assurance, blessings, destinies, dreams, endearing, forgiveness, gravel roads, home, life, lifetimes, love, seasons, time, touch, travel, warmth
of late
I’ve grown cold
to the ways of the world
bruised by the
easing of time
subdued by the splendor
of dreamless
intent
names rubbed away
by pieces of light
fixed to my window
by lacey white sparrows
winged past the
curtains
one night
as I lay
silent beside
the remembrance
of more
cursing the lessons
of love come before
a moment inclusive
of always
hands
O how lovely
they loved
. . .
24 Friday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
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blessings, grace, gravel roads, home, living, love, seeing in the dark, southern
for times
I never took the time
days I let
get by
nights I slept
beyond the reach
of dreams
love I held
a moment long
candles blossom bright
paper plates
as graces
have become
a hundred years
from getting back
eighteen more
than then
pages bent
against me in the back
roads I know
from walking home
slower
than the sun
seasons not
the heavier
for counting
. . .
22 Wednesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, age, angels, assurance, becoming, blessings, forgiveness, gravel roads, home, knowing, love, memories, time, travel
where comes
the assurance
nothing is lost
though winters seem longer
by far
than the first time
I knew you
lines barely crossed
a road wearing
somewhere
dirty and red
neath the night
I was waiting
to carry you home
with stories of always
and stars
in my hair
. . .
21 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, age, blessings, conscious consciousness, divine this, forgiveness, gravel roads, home, knowing, life, love, truth, will
of moments
I’ve known
a path through
the tears
a faint recollection
of days unto years
poetry carved
as rings to
the wood
of seasons and reasons
tethered to place
come as a lover
of longing embrace
as nights without
slumber
whispers
to lace
silence the same
as forgetting
some other
another
of dreaming I knew
the weight of remember
was passing me
through
noonday and were you
to hold me
like this
as a moment of always
burned to a kiss
lest living
come easy
as light on the morn
as wake to the keeping
was love
to discern
. . .
20 Monday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, blessings, distance, divine, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, sacred intimacy, seasons, tenderness, time, truth, value
what name
was once you called to me
echoes o’er the storm
a distant light
unshaken by these memories
of home
a part of all that mattered
is forgiveness settled round
in tireless waves
the ways we were
before again abound
the sweetest blossoms
scattered
as breath in silence still
remains of wishes
traded
another place to fill
a lullaby forgotten
though not for comfort lent
as days I lost
ten thousand more between
counted from a distance
roads and stars
the same
paths converge
within the fault
of dreams
. . .
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