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when this is over ~
20 Friday Mar 2020
Tag Archives: life
Sundays ~
18 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
breath, life, light, love, membory, memory, moments, spirit, story, suspended, time, without measure, writing in the dark
do you remember
Sundays –
how sunlight
filled the covers
how warm
the breath of coffee
brewing whispers
to the soul
a lifetime gathered
sweetly
to the fold
do you remember
how it wasn’t
the same as any other –
waffles left
for later in the day
do you remember
making story
from a moment
we were touching
words –
becoming places
we will
stay
. . .
than e’er I thought to lead ~
11 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
honor, it's what I do, life, love, pages, purpose, rambling, stars, story, submission, time, truth, wonder
what mirror mine
as daylight breaks
with pencils
once I wrote the sky
forgiving of a moment
I was lost
I was freed –
of ink I never thought
to care
assurance never mine
a stronger hand
than e’er
I thought to lead
pages
lined with story
let them change
as I have changed –
retelling of the past
another me
somewhere
this remembrance
though not for fate
to let
papers split the light
as falling
leaves
. . .
I am forever grateful that my life be told with pencil rather than pen, with moments still undecided by the stars.
desire to fall ~
03 Tuesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
beginning, free will, home, life, love, memory, nature, reincarnation, reminders, spirit, surrender, truth
rivers
remember
their way to the sea
swallows by memory
come home
across each beginning
to a time
without name –
how sweet each surrender
to places unknown
backward and onward
upward
set free –
ten thousand lives
to recall
mercy is taken
when all else is lost –
grace in desire
to fall
the edge of forever
but a journey began –
willing our way
to return
stars without memory
of a wish
spoke aloud –
long before night
thought to burn
. . .
squandered time ~
02 Monday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
beyond the knowing, breath of life, divine intimacy, grace, home, life, love, memory, spirit, truth
beyond the fear
of knowing
a knowledge greater still
than all the books
remembered
in their prime
beyond the grace
of letting be –
the first sweet breath
of life –
a memory returned
of squandered time
sorrow bears
the taking back –
yet grieves for days
between
when all we loved
remains as tears
divine
. . .
before my bones grow cold ~
27 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
blessing, cheryl mccann, eternity, grief, home, life, light, love, memory, prayer, spirit, truth
what measure this –
the meeting
of ancient light to soul
in stories
tell me once again –
before my bones grow cold
brittle
as beginning they
warmed within your arms
gather me
tether me –
against the sweet foretelling
of alarm
where name becomes
a memory –
some other life begins
beyond this golden sunset
I exist –
remember how I loved
how I’ll miss
the making of each moment
within the nights to come
let me go
how far and still –
already
I’ll be home
. . .
Cheryl McCann
5/30/1977 ~ 02/26/2020
one more yesterday ~
25 Tuesday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
destiny, divine guidance, home, intimacy, life, love, soul search, spirit, story, time, truth, unknown, wanderer
sometimes
the right of not quite fair
is more than I can carry –
the wrong
of who decided
when and where
the road would lead –
dreams would snare
the tired soul from slumber
would years reward
the wanderer
with one more yesterday
a kiss
denied the keeping –
touch
by time erased
paths we took
unknowing
of the coming back
to grace
. . .
how it was ~
20 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
a secret passed in dying ~
20 Thursday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
death, grief, intimacy, life, love, moments, remembering, returning, spirit, the veil, time, truth
I won’t wait
the evening brush
of clarinet to fiddle –
I won’t deny your leaving
for some other
grace undone
they say
for one
another waits
beyond the rest –
a sweeter sun
yet I have yet to understand
how deep the burn ignites
through it all
a whispered sigh
was a secret passed in dying
dare I wait the coming back –
for the sweet embrace
of light
here –
and I
some other day
will recall the truth
this life betrayed
ten thousand loves –
as trade for one
ten thousand breaths
in flight
. . .
of morning ~
12 Wednesday Feb 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
who will tell
of morning mists
when I have wandered on
beyond the tempt
of story
into another dawn
who will write
and who will speak
for those denied a voice
who will know
of ways they keep –
by destiny
or choice
what song
the dove
remembers well –
for another one she flies
by touch
a stand of cedars –
holds each star
against the sky
what history
the river lays
along a path of pines
who will bear
their stories home
when light
has tempered mine
. . .
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