unto ~

01 Friday Jan 2016

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assurance, beginnings, destiny, faith, life, love, seasons, understanding

slowdance

of stories
tell me now
another might have been
an evermore
as perfect
was the first
of paths
where shadows
gather
might we find
our way
unto
and sit among
the evergreens
we planted
yesterday

. . .

for a while ~

13 Tuesday Oct 2015

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acceptance, blessings, faith, gravel roads, love, nature, paths, seeing in the dark, soul, together, truth

10/13/2015
4:51 am

how long
and for a while
it seems I might remember
these paths –
though so familiar
are disguised
as something more
a moment rare –
a time I thought we knew
the way was bright
and we
becoming one
journeyed in the sunlight
across on boards
of clay
felt the shift of worlds
beneath us
closed our eyes
swaying
leaning into love
recalling once again
the feel
of home

. . .

this little heart ~

12 Monday Oct 2015

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angels, assurance, blessings, faith, home, love, nature, peace, solace

10/12/2015
5:41 AM

in this
little heart
where I have held
all I know of love
the windows reach
around and back again
as night birds sing
amazing grace
above a robins rest
babies sleep
breast to tiny
breast
daybreak glows
a loving hearth
while cedars
bend and moan
to bear the wealth
was never meant
for bone

. . .

where yesterday the moon ~

11 Saturday Jul 2015

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angels, assurance, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, home, light, living, love, nature, silence, trust

of mornings
every one
is still a mystery
to me
breaking from
the shadows
where yesterday
the moon
perched outside
my window
in stoic reverie
a confidante
deserving
of a wish
reserved for stars
a voyeur
unaccustomed
to my shame
confessed in shades
of lavender
sheets where warmed
the dawn
awakened by
the memory
of dreams

. . .

known by love ~

27 Saturday Jun 2015

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everything, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, hope, life, life well lived, love, prayer, seasons, soul, time, to places we are known, truth, will

sweeter now
the ache forgiving
of moments past –
surround me here
an ancient quilt
of almost whispers –
words of living
folded near

page to page
as wish to wanting
lives beyond the ones
we live
songs forgotten
yield in singing
love resounds
in all we give

let with grace
these truths repeated
til prayer becomes
a place of rest
warmed by faith’s
eternal season
known by love –
as love
confessed

. . .

backwards into you ~

11 Monday May 2015

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angels, becoming, bliss, daddy, eternal, faith, family, gravel roads, happiness, home, knowing, story, strength, truth, value

was e’er a time
and I the same
though still too small
for knowing
the ways for which
I surely came
the cause for love
bestowing
a breath
within my tiny breath
hands to hold mine
still
stories you were telling
I’ve become
tears where yours
are falling
voice I hear at night
paths I wander
backwards
into you

for daddy
May 2015

remembered to sing ~

09 Saturday May 2015

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bliss, cherokee, faith, fearless, gravel roads, home, knowing, life. rememberance, love, truth, value

breathe
and I forever
shall keep
the song they sang
at my waking –
nestled in flannel
the old grey vine
that strung itself high
at the edge of the night
where waiting
I found
a moment secure
unafraid to begin
as darkness give way
moved by the coming
of morning’s embrace
to hold what was here
remembered
to sing

. . .

the same you loved ~

09 Saturday May 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering

what winters
have you worn away
with rosary and cotton
beneath the fold
where all your secrets lay
of heaven come
one night to find you
standing by my gate
caught between the first to leave
and coming back
to stay

with stories
of your wanderings
beyond the reach of light
with questions of your knowing
where to go
moonlight casts a shadow
on every present tense
would show the way
you knew
to find me home

wrapped in yellow flowers
once the same you loved –
grew along the pasture
a moment
passing through –
remember how
the cedars ached
to block the view of morning
of praying eyes
before the skies
were blue

how many times
have I heard tell
of blossoms in December
beyond the reach
of reason
asleep beneath the snow
flickers bloom
a sweet perfume
of mystery and madness
secrets of all colors
awaiting you
to know

. . .

all souls ~

04 Monday May 2015

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, postmark, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, value, wandering

names
by some forsaken
the fondest memories
a slight of hand
a slower fate than most
whispers sworn
to secret
reserved for us the same
reminders of another
love I knew –
will I
remain

a silent praise
along the path
for someone no one knows
hands are folded
quilts are wearing through
who of me
I wonder
will there be
when I am gone –
will one return
to speak my name
aloud

. . .

I moved back to Tennessee in 1991. Three days after the
first on the porch, I noticed something along the back fence line – an edge
amid the briar. It was a portion of cemetery marker, apparently from
the time when many civil war battles were fought nearby.

There is no name…only dates. When days are hot, it is a place of retreat,
and many poems have found word there. Yesterday morning, it seemed
the only place to be – held by one without a name, as witness to my tears.
(I shall give).

Image: 1998 somewhere between here and the place where I was born. Souls
sleep where solace grows deepest. “Ask not for whom the bell tolls….”

. . .

time every time ~

02 Saturday May 2015

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faith, fearless, home, loss, love, story, strength, truth, value

leave me the letters
black and white versions
hands fit the same
as remembered me now
lace softly weaved
into shadows
awaiting
gathered to story
made of my days
a tiny white map
as distance
erased
by the coming and going
time
every time
relearning the path
we were destined
to find
writ to the places
given a sign
a lifetime –
a moment
remember