awakened by a dream ~

08 Tuesday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, home, life, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering

what now becomes
the way we knew
of all
that came before of sense
starlight fills my window
with hope
for evermore

wherein I know
as I knew then
of places unremembered
was touch –
a truth recalling me
to home again

a gentle rain
where no one sees
– sparrows sleeping
breast to breast
awakened by a dream
of falling leaves

time is but
a wiser sun
arisen to our will
as longing to a morning breeze
are moments held –
in quiet still

. . .

souls to carry ~

05 Saturday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, letting go, love, memory, old maps, poetry, prayer, spirit, strength, surrender, truth, wandering

grace
to keep my sorrows
holy

quiet when
the world is loud

stones to lead
where rivers hurry

past the places
I adore

dreams
remembered

souls to carry
memories –
a story told

arms to open
heart surrendered

light and love
around to fold

. . .

every night ~

04 Friday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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bliss, cherokee, closer now to heaven than the stars, connection, dreams, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wandering

queen anne’s lace
is held in place
by eighteen miles of nothing
but promise
that I might be coming
home

before a prayer
can get me there –
too late for Sunday supper
an empty plate
and someone waits
the night

gazing out on dusty fields
as whispers to the dark
ten thousand
precious wishes
for a star

as feathers fall
to quiet –
an angel on the pond
blessings weight
the memory
of every love
I’ve known

. . .

cedar lay ~

03 Thursday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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cherokee, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, soul, spirit, spirituality, wandering, wonder

before as now
the path becomes
a place I know of seasons
– a life made good by wonder
blossoms here

knowing stars
alight the night –
beneath the cedar lay
the soul
my story telling
of all that I
hold dear

. . .

dearest me ~

02 Wednesday Jul 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wonder

beyond the reach
of worry –
the muddy feet of dreams –
sunlight paints the floor
and junebugs cry
while racing thru
the kitchen
a river golden green
mistaken me for windows
opening

to make a song
of summer
glories into vine
purple dress as gypsies wore
in circles dancing round
holding hands
together
telling lies

of dearest me
in letters bound –
by scarlet ribbon fate
a fortune left in dishes
cardboard home
beside the ghost
of wishes –
last year’s Christmas tree
soiled linen graces
neath the sink

someone meant
to warn me –
someone said of luck
the crickets sing
of broken hearts too much
one more sun
than I could think
of reasons not to go
when all the windows
open
to the night

. . .

something less ~

30 Monday Jun 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, wonder

spare me not
for something here
something less than love
– could not another
hold me
quite the same

as poetry inspired
by the falling thru of plans
forgotten as the promise
– the taste
that is your name

where and when
the heart is known –
tis for a sweeter truth
the silent hiss
of longing pressed
to flame

. . .

the window of your tears ~

27 Friday Jun 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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angels, breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, family, fearless, friendship, grace, life, living, love, memory, old maps, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

what essence
have I left behind
to places here I love
don’t think me gone
– don’t think
you are alone

how could you know
of something more
than moments yet to grieve
a heart designed
to hold the love I leave

will hear the faintest echo
of laughter
such as mine
through the trees
a buzzing like the bees

a ripple on the water
flowing gently to your shore
as daylight
thru the window
of your tears

o don’t think me gone
when all I love
is here

in ways
you will remember
every whisper of your name
a presence just beyond
the reach
of dreams

these arms
were meant to hold you –
even now
they warm you so
don’t think me gone
– love won’t
let you go

. . .

In memoriam ~
James Houston Thomas
June 25, 2014

the way we fit ~

26 Thursday Jun 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, relationship, sometimes you, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wandering, wonder

when morning wakes
I dare my soul
to speak aloud of places
– of somewhere
I been going for a while

on roads
no one would notice me
as barely getting by –
footprints melt the same
without the snow

without the only map I have
for leaving –
I’ve forgotten
the way we fit
when everything made sense

except for how
the roses grew
from april thru december
with silver horns
and petals known
to stain
the window seal

signs
I never thought to read
foretold another future
moths are busy
knitting
winter sheets –

keep my sleep from knowing
where you’ve gone

. . .

became of grace ~

25 Wednesday Jun 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, seeing in the dark, sometimes, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder

before the sun
a darkness
unrepentant for his ways
as grasses grew
covered by the wind

black
and cool to touch
as mercy
like a stone –
became another moon
a weightless night

alone
but for a promise
– the voice of simple dreams
called from
empty caverns
raging seas

with stories
of forever –
some other plan was made
to flush the fields
with color
yet unnamed

by hands
in quiet working
feather into wing –
beauty from the shadows
an almost
glistening

as answer
to an ancient prayer
moved this heart to plea
became of grace
forgiveness for
the dawn

. . .

returned as stars ~

25 Wednesday Jun 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, postmark, reason, restless, resurrection, soul, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

where began
my way to blossom –
was once a light
the darkness braved
but for the hope
of my surrender –
fell across the night
to save

these lowly tears
are sweet permission
fill the bath
to coming home
a soul returned
as stars to wander
backwards unto bliss –
my own

. . .

tornadoday

~ …might I be found in words I leave behind

Tag Archives: grace

awakened by a dream ~

souls to carry ~

every night ~

cedar lay ~

dearest me ~

something less ~

the window of your tears ~

the way we fit ~

became of grace ~

returned as stars ~