stain ~

15 Thursday Jul 2021

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connections, defenses, grace, home, life, love, relationships, spirit, strength, truth

for my touch
another pined –
another held my name
tore my fences down
to find the gate
who are you
really
a why I can’t explain –
lifetimes gone
before
a fleeting grace
tho not so much
not so many
babies
brothers
branches
bluebells bursting glory
mercies
gathered whole
remembered me
when I could hardly stand
let them stain
if you remain
let them ta me
home

. . .

memory of song ~

29 Tuesday Jun 2021

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grace, home, life, love, music, place, reminders of you, song, story, the song remembers when, truth, words

beyond the reach
of needless words
the place
where longing started
a mandolin
to pull me in
silver blue survivors
a fall from grace
tho still I wait
a moment
from all others
a smile within
the memory
of song

. . .

presence ~

17 Thursday Jun 2021

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breath, essence, grace, invisible traces, nature, signs, solace, spirit, wisdom

see me here
a golden shard
of sun
a purple flame
an iris
spent with dew
wears no shame

in the ribbon
where forever
leans soft
into the light –
crickets sigh
as winter pines
bow down

see me
in the evening
when every life
is stilled
a slash of feathers
carving –
a presence
none can fill

see me a savior
a whisper
from the fall –
saved for love
as smoke to cloud
breath
as none
at all

. . .

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

. . .

three angels deep ~

28 Friday May 2021

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blessing, death, grace, let me, loss, love, sorrow, truth

whatever life
i’ve left to owe
of graces given me –
gardens not yet seeded
in my wake
let me go
the way of winds
denied the fate of man
as longing proved
another soul
to save

let me dance
three angels deep
for moments undeserved
as lilac blooms
wherever roses grow
let me be
your secrets
a dream within your dream
as life restored –
a truth nobody
knows

. . .

caught between ~

28 Friday May 2021

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grace, life, love, memory, poetry, returning home, rhyme, time, words

when echoes
are the only proof
of words
we said that day –
a blush returned
with mention of your name
how many times
the pull of lines
have made for you a bed
a place where you might linger
as every note
is read

I’ve given rhyme
a bit of time –
and still
I find you there
caught between
a poem
and a prayer
a weight of verse
your touch – a place
committed to a page –
returned whene’er
I reach for you
again

. . .

retreated ~

26 Wednesday May 2021

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all I know, breath, grace, life, memory, nothing changes, spirit, truth

in places
you’ve forgotten
I exist as e’er I was
as a moment spared
a longing shared
life retreated
giving
nothing
in spaces
you’ve forgotten
I remember you
so well

. . .

remembrance ~

25 Tuesday May 2021

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a hand to hold, abundance, grace, living a better story, love, moments, mystery, time, truth, writing in the dark

from the edges
I’m reminded –
the many ways
of love –
of wordless joy
you never told me why
the heart has
no remembrance –
the ease of letting go
of moments
stretched
the length of time –
this evermore
to hold

. . .

not yet ~

22 Saturday May 2021

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a name upon my lips, freedom, grace, little words, love, poetry

had i
lifetimes
not yet
counted
one more sunday
in your bed
i’d break the lock –
to free my words
of rhyme
measured indecision
of moments
i’ve become –
lest verse
betray
the promise
of another
in your arms

. . .

graces i have taken ~

17 Monday May 2021

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all I really know, and still, before we understood, blessing, grace, life, love, naked truth, poetry, wealth, wildflowers

a golden stem
a temple bell –
an altar I have raised
tis here I bow
and here I place my hands
in prayer for place
for circumstance
would give your song to me
to fill a grand cathedral
and bring me
to my knees

a poem without rhyme
is all I have to bring
lines are naked
verses without shame
senses now awakened
to moments lived
apart
graces I have taken –
I have taken
in your name

walls of deepest cedar
floors are warped
by tears –
as holy once the wine
we passed between
the lips that mouthed surrender
tongue where truth
is grieved
love when there is nothing
would cleave your breath
from me

. . .