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the warmth of one ~

25 Thursday Feb 2021

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abiding, breath, distance, life, love, moments, that which we carry, time, truth

lines are drawn
the sky burned dark
and all we knew
forgotten
hands to mourn
the warmth of one
as summer
came to mine
will distance grow
around me now
reminders
of a moment –
carved into
the memory
of time

. . .

how could I have known –

25 Sunday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, verse

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a jealous moon, another life, distance, divine truth, forgotten path, love, memory, nature, time

the rain
remembers everything
the chill –
the warmth
the sun
she dances on my window
late at night
playing songs
forgotten me –
how could I have known
she shares with me
the memory
of winter’s sweet delight

buckets full
as creeks run o’er –
the river has no bounds
but for home
a lover seeks the sea
banks are lost
beneath the push
of pines against the waves
babies float
as ancients watch
for me

pure the smell
of mystery –
when flushed from neath
the clouds –
longing carved
to every standing stone
music rises
from the pound
of needles to the dirt
sins are lost
this wanting to atone

. . .

made easy by the night ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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age, assurance, blessing, country, distance, forgiveness, gifts, home, in my bones, life, love, spirit, time, truth

come now

lean against the longing
of one more moment here
a place to stay
without the need
for waiting –
the need for some forgiveness
(dare we ask again)
the want for home
(another me)
come in

lean against this promise –
made easy by the night
a candle glowing
ash upon the lawn
whene’er it comes
where’re it lays
(on sheets) the scent
of summer sun

the dawn will bring
assurance
of ten thousand yesterdays
we talked of this
returning
lest you find me
(just this way)

leaned against the kitchen sink
staring down the road
(forgotten every reason
not to stay)

. . .

habits shared ~

21 Wednesday Mar 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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distance, habit, life, love, memory, seasons, seeing in the dark, spirit, time

remember

the screen door slams
and I’ve forgotten
where I left my favorite cup
an old oak table
bears the faded scars
of somewhere
I was shaken
by habits shared and traded
by stories married
verse and tell me more
a line or two
and I’ll be grateful
for moments I’ve discovered
were ne’ver enough

. . .

time to time ~

07 Wednesday Feb 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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destiny, distance, home, life, love, star crossed, stars, time, travel, truth, wandering, wishes

home

from time to time
the stars align
and I wonder what we had in mind
when we wished aloud
some other day
on lights burned out
along the way

. . .

three doors down ~

17 Monday Jul 2017

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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acceptance, coincidence, comfort, destiny, distance, family, lives intertwined, love, mystery, time, truth, understanding

I’ve always held to the theory that we are exactly where we’re meant to be, even when we might wish ourselves otherwise.

On more than one account, I’ve found myself in prayer – grateful that I’m not the ‘keeper of the clock’.

Recently, it was proven to me yet again.  FB_IMG_1500090354285

Though the ‘days between’ may be long, I hold relationships among my sweetest treasures.  Not long ago, I learned that a dear friend was hospitalized; to be honest, she was the mother of my ex-husband. Despite the years (and obvious adjustments), she and I remain extremely close.  At times, she shared a secret belief that her purpose in this life was to know me……to love me.

I made several trips to her bedside, where she continued to decline as the result of a freak incident involving insecticide used on her garden.

Two weeks after her initial admittance, her family received bad news – her days were numbered (as if any of us are exempt from the counting), and she might not survive the week.  It was Saturday.

On Sunday evening, my husband complained of fatigue and a shortness of breath. Given his heart history, we rushed to the emergency room, where he was treated and admitted for observation and further testing. His heart rate had dropped dangerously low; the doctors attributing it to a bizarre spike in potassium levels.

His room was only a few doors down from my friend’s. Over the next several days, I was back and forth between the two, delivering leftover food, whispering assurances, and sharing in the telling of stories dear to everyone.

It was exercise in leaning – one into another – closing the gap between now and then.

On Wednesday morning, my friend (Lucille) surrendered her struggle, surrounded by love and fearlessness, despite the fact that death had come as an unexpected wolf to her door.  As I huddled in the hall with her family, her daughter-in-law (one of my closest friends) commented that Jay was now ‘free to go home’. I assured her of my hope that such might happen later in the afternoon, following another check on his vitals.

But, when I returned to my husband’s room, I was met by his doctor, sharing the good news. My husband’s potassium level had neutralized and his heart rate was back to normal. He was released within hours.

I am not one to ever believe in coincidence. We are exactly at the place we were meant to be (destined, as we chose, to be).

At a time when I was desperately needed (three doors down), I was given another reason to be there and the strength to bear both.

when my garden
yet in splendor breaks
faces to the sun
let there
my day begin
another
new

held within
the forevermore
I prayed would come
this way –
again to know
the mystery
of you

. . .

Lucille Lundquist
1935 – 2017

remnants ~

16 Monday Jan 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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distance, eternal, home, life, love, memory, seeing in the dark, time, understanding

whereandiwas

the path

near the pond

is cool to my feet

the stars

anchored in place

by a dream

I awakened

lifetimes ago

moments untethered

as remnants

of grace

. . .

seed ~

29 Friday Jan 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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breath, distance, home, life, longing, love, memory, remembered to home, sometimes, story, time, truth

onceuponame

busy me
with breathing
broken vine
of write me down
strain
to tell (again)

these stories I’m become
(the memory)
of tears
shed to seed the
only morning after

where thunder –
silent strumming
tho none (but one) can hear
wings against this waking
remind my soul
(commit my heart)
to dream

night birds
just beyond the reach
of reaching (into day)
secrets
sworn to flannel
rest beneath my
willing

words
(where none
are needed)
beyond what love
can say

. . .

easy ~

18 Friday Sep 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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always, distance, home, homecoming, letting go, life, light, love, promise, somewhere sometimes, starting, still, trust, unremembered

breatheme

a long looking back
to a moon
o’er my shoulder
to eyes that haven’t changed
though days spread
between
the first and forever
of an almost forgotten
kiss for another
knew me back when
life was just starting
love was this easy
and you were
uncertain
just dreaming
of me

. . .

nights between ~

20 Monday Jul 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, blessings, distance, divine, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, love, poetry, sacred intimacy, seasons, tenderness, time, truth, value

where'erIgo

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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