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verses left undone ~

18 Tuesday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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blessings, closer to heaven than the stars, joy, life, love, poetry, seasons, starting now, treasure, voice, witness, words, writing

when comes the end
and I’ve no reason
for keeping time
this way –

no choice of words
I might have said
given one more day

no space allowed
no higher road –
than this already run

when comes the dawn
I’m without rhyme
– verses
left undone

what then shall I
when without voice –
tell of love I knew

what words will I
surrender –
when I remember you

. . .

rush ~

10 Wednesday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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blessings, family, grief, home, honor, joy, legacy, life, love, memories, remnants of a life well-lived, sorrow, time

beyond the rivers edge

too soon
the rush –
of stars to flight
of lullabies
rehearsed –
warming how our hearts
were broken through

beyond the bend
a river flows –
in rifts of joy
and sorrow
lines are stretched
to frame an endless blue

there you are
awaiting –
with wishes for us here
where love remains
with every thought of you

. . .

for daddy
four years and counting
the days between

 

how it was ~

20 Thursday Feb 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

blessing, breath, joy, life, love, nature, soul, spirit, truths

rockiemountainme

bless’ed these
scarlet days –
hues of rose
and bloody truths
I won’t remember much
when twilight burns me whole
I won’t remember how it was
I loved you
with my soul

. . .

shedding skin ~

13 Wednesday Jun 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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Tags

blessings, bliss, home, journey, joy, life, love, nature, reminders why we came, rules, sacred intimacy, silence, time, truth, worth

leftfromhere

I will
indulge in fits of madness
sign my name
to sacred scrolls –
never once resolve my longing
to a slate of normal
rules

I will
sit the night in silence
just beyond the reach of voice
I’ll sing
while others chatter –
far too long
on foolish choice

I will
pray tho no one listens
shedding skin
that none can see –
come awake
in shades of honey
daffodil
and evergreen

. . .

others I have known ~

30 Thursday Nov 2017

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, home, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

home, joy, life, light, love, memory, miracles, reminders, stars, surrender, time

tangerine and wish

beyond
the colors
I can see –
others I have known
are come within the night
in search of me
for names
I may remember
for yellows swirling there
of paradise
a shade of ancient pearl
curved around
a tiger’s eye –
music from above
as stars
permit the dark
to feel
their love

. . .

unpublished-

26 Friday May 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Uncategorized

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Tags

all I know of living, destiny, free will, joy, love, memory, seasons, time, treasure, truth

there are pages
yet unpublished
inkstain of a kiss
times and days
remembered
unto this

breath where i
another taste
a night
not long ago
words became a whisper
i love so

poems writ to places
shadows sworn to fall
binding us to something
more
than e’er we may recall

fingers bent
to fingers
silence bears us still
beyond the reach of leaving –
the memory of will

. . .

light through the window ~

17 Tuesday Jan 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Storytelling

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

blessing, bliss, gifts, grace, home, joy, life, light, love, nature, remembering, reminders, understanding

always

As of late, it seems I struggle with words.

No, that’s not right. It’s not a struggle really. It seems more I am resigned to a place unfamiliar (and yet not). It is a quiet peace, perhaps even a place created by grief, but not unwelcomed or uncomfortable.

It is a time of adjustment, acceptance, and clarity ~ a period of understanding that I have wondered might be related to aging, loss, or faith. Regardless, it is not cursed or filled with anxiousness. It is an unexpected blessing, a realization of grace, of love.

I miss my daddy, but it is not an ache that leaves me restless, looking for answers that I already possess. Rather, it is the little things where I find myself wishing he could share it with me (just before realizing that he does). When I round the curve on the road home and notice a group of more than twenty deer in the field near the woods; in wings fluttering along the fence line as I tend the feeder; a light through the window when I awake to the sound of my name.

Blessings.

Time is nothing but an invisible marker, a thread binding us forever to a moment – or rather binding the moment to us so that it is always the same, as near as our next breath. Ours.

We are never without love.

. . .

days we journeyed ~

10 Tuesday May 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, home, Poetry

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Tags

comfort, divine, grace, gratitude, joy, life, light, love, measure, said aloud, salvation, worth

homereturning

As I get older, I’m more and more aware of time and the measured beats by which it slips away – between our fingers, loosed within breaths, tangled between the bed and wall………. All that we’ve held, but for fraction of eternity, and yet, still, until there is nothing left of us for holding to.

Eventually, we are no more than the sum of those who have loved us, those who grieve us when the night is long and the earth so very cold, who glory the sound of our name, regardless the passing of days (or lifetimes) between.

This morning, I spoke with a dear friend whose father passed yesterday. We’ve talked before about daddies and love that seems most cherished between a daughter and father. When she came to me today, it was with her arms open and eyes spilling over. She knew I would know, that I would feel the pain of her loss the same as I’ve relished the wonderful fullness of her life before this day.

She may not feel it now, but in a few days, that fullness will be her salvation. It will be the reminder of just how rich we can be, with only the presence of love in our lives, spilling to encompass everything we know.

In that fullness, I pray for her tears of gratitude.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed.  Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude. ~ Denis Waitley

how far from this
were days we journeyed
paths grown over –
weeds divine
mark the way
where once we tarried
beneath the bounty
of love’s design

. . .

rivers from the sea ~

09 Monday May 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

allowance, comfort, death, grace, gratitude, home, joy, life, love, rain, solace, time, treasure, wholeness, willing, worth

Rainy%20Window

how softly sings
the morning rain –
a pit of willing patter
as tears along
a length of tin –
buckets from a ladder
rain me down
drown me here
lest I the same become
a threat of storms
beyond the creek –
as rivers from the sea
sorrows
I have given claim
as paid with joys for me –
let it rain
tell I am clear
then let it rain
again

. . .

beyond the firelight ~

03 Tuesday May 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, home, Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

bliss, death, faith, grief, home, joy, lessons, life, love, memory, nature, truth

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If you know me, you’ve come to understand that much of what I believe to be true I learned early, nurtured by love and surrounded by nature. I rarely read anything without finding another perspective, one in which the lesson is made clearer, sweeter, with a foundation as dear as old roots and ancient stars.

Yesterday, I read something about grief and immediately determined another point of reference (simply of love).

Some of my favorite childhood memories are of camping. Earlier this week, mama and I talked about some of those times, those which are as near today as they were then (close your eyes, brother).

One such endearment lies within the process my mom and dad had for getting us to bed at night. Mom would take us to the bath house earlier in the evening (before dark), and we would return to sit around the fire after supper. As it got later, at some point, daddy would fill a dishpan with warm water and would, one by one, wash our feet and carry us to the tent. What a wonderful memory!

Truly, in retrospect, I’ve come to understand that this was likely an effort to protect the tent from dirty feet…………yet, still……..

The thing I read about grief compared death to the extinguishing a lamp before going to bed. But my immediate point of reference was to nights around the fire. If you’ve been camping, you know that people tend to retire slowly rather than all at once. I recall lying in the tent, listening to conversations taking place around the fire, mesmerized by shadows dancing on the canvas.

What a lovely thought, to think of those who’ve gone on, knowing they are as close as the next room, just beyond the canvas. While we linger around the fire, tending to life, they have retired to dream……….where they wait for us………….

For another dawn, with air so clean it surely is the breath of God, and of bacon frying over an open fire!

. . .

beyond the will
where living still
a fire burns
the brighter

. . .

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