beneath the wake me up ~

07 Monday Mar 2016

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breath, eternal, golden, love, moments, nature, seeing in the dark, simple, truth

auburncomes

it seems
for every
thing we learned –
another
was forgotten
pages bare
ten thousand
lonely nights –
perched
beneath
the wake me up
stories writ
of heaven –
sing to me
as songbirds flock
silent into
light

. . .

saved ~

03 Thursday Mar 2016

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gifts, love, moments, poet, sometimes, truth, value, witness

cc5

o little
of these –
the fairest of me
still sits
in the rain
at the edge of the sun
taking of everything
moments
come clean
rivers yet rising
shall barter
for none

sweetly
remember me
let to the lines
a piece
of forgiveness
forgotten
us now
stirred into
memory
saved to your soul
by a smile
I was wearing –
redeems me
somehow

. . .

dreams we’ve forgotten ~

27 Sunday Dec 2015

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acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, divine, fearless, like this, moments, old maps, returning, sacred intimacy, story, unremembered

winter was ne’er
for the fragile of heart
and yet I remember
so clearly the day
clouds were laid over
a hole in the sky
blackbirds were telling
of lovers by name
a destiny curs’ed
and frayed
unknown to believers
weaved into faith
when last I was here
– as time
without place
as touch unrepented
warmed by the still –
a blossom untested
til now
november
was never the story untold
repeated in
chorus ten thousand
tongues old
played for the one
without memory of less
truth held in check
by the coming back
round
to dreams we’ve
forgotten
somehow

. . .

softened by stone ~

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

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assurance, belonging, blessings, eternal, life, love, moments, seeing in the dark, time, together

11/11/2015
5:21 AM

lace
tells a story
you already know
when night wraps
her empty
around

odd sets of linen
softened by stone
are stored
with the rest
remember

silence so sweet
no words could compare
touching on places
left of us
there

flannel I bought
the same thread of grey
as your eyes
a river
destinies trade
for moments
belonging
like the hush of my name

whispered
somewhere
tonight
cotton worn through
by yesterday’s prayer
love
unimagined
by lace

. . .

between ~

30 Wednesday Sep 2015

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daylight, grace, home, living, love, moments, shimmer, truth, twilight, unremembering

in the half light
of five o’clock
shadows bend and sway
while ego sleeps
in borrowed sheets
a world away
streaming light
of conscious flight
words
though none can hear
time – a frail illusion
of being here

as curtains fallen
o’er a dream
deny our need –
the weight of place
truth is clothed
in wonder –
moments left
of grace

a chirp
before the coffee spills
and thought becomes a sigh
fingers trace
a life replaced
with getting by

the taste
of names unspoken –
is solace to the soul
as five fifteen
is laid between
the living
and letting go

. . .

what i know ~

28 Monday Sep 2015

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assurance, blessings, family, home, love, moments

9/27/2015
8:34 PM

From time to time, I have moments (though fleeting) when I doubt the divine rightness of the universe – of God.

But then, almost immediately comes the assurance of what I know to be true – that the things worth the most can neither be bought or sold, that the world is filled with fools, and that the abundance of one never seems to lessen the abundance of the other.

Yesterday, after visiting with daddy, I took the long way home, past cemeteries grown over with weeds, and roads nearly impassable. I stopped near a creek where once I fished, once I swam by moonlight.

I rushed home, knowing I had work to catch up on. But I was unable to connect remotely; so, I logged a ticket, made some notes, and let it go.

This morning, after coffee on the porch, I tried anew. Another attempt after church proved the same. No luck, and in a bit, I set off to visit daddy again.

I was blessed that I was the only one, and enjoyed what few understand – quiet without the need for anything more; the simple blessing of being together. Volumes spoken without the need for word.

I sat on the edge of the bed, but when dad complained I was hurting his leg, I moved a chair closer, rearranged his covers and settled in. Within minutes, he asked if I would sit on the bed, offering to move over so that I would have room.

I suggested what I thought was a better idea.

‘How about I move you over and I lay down with you? I could use a nap, and I can’t think of a sweeter place to take one.’

He smiled. ‘Would you like that, daddy?’

‘Yes’

For the next three hours, we slept, me curled against his side with my arm across him, his fingers wrapped around mine. Occasionally, a nurse would stop in, but no one dared disturb us.

Tomorrow may bring clients upset that their work didn’t get done, but the worth of today far outweighs any pay they might have offered. Today, I realized (once again) that I am rich beyond words, and I’m grateful to the technology gods who insisted I spend the last two days as I should, as I have. ❤

Heaven is always closer than we know.

. . .

between ~

20 Sunday Sep 2015

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assurance, conscious consciousness, home, light, love, moments, soul, time

between
the breaths
where promise made
a fool of fools
as I
lines were drawn
for crossing
straight
and true
the same as stars
remembered me
across the deepest
night
a name I gave
to all I loved
but you

soul
of where
before I was
a part of all
this passing

held for but a while
against your heart

. . .

kaleidoscope witnesses ~

10 Thursday Sep 2015

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acceptance, angels, assurance, beauty, blessings, bliss, dancing, divine this, fragile and one, grace, leaves, light, love, moments, seasons, swirling, tenderness, time, touch

autumn is flush
with mention of you
leaves to a crowded dance floor
symphonies raised
by fingers and string
remember me back
to another
one day
when your eyes
caught me falling the same
I could swear
poetry pooled
in the pause
between breaths
meter to counting
maple with ash
words spinning crimson
from pieces
of grey
kaleidoscope
witnesses
lifted to flight
as eternity come
in a moment
one day

. . .

swirling ~

05 Wednesday Aug 2015

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acceptance, becoming, bliss, breath, divine this, eternal, fragile, journey, joy, love, moments, nature, returning us to home, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, together, travel, unremembered

for heaven
might I hesitate
the giving of my all
or barter here
for one more yesterday
when willing met
with needful dreams
one night beneath
the boughs
sealed within the silence
of truths we couldn’t say
as proof allowed
in making less
soul to bind my weary soul
words
the stars mistook
for let me in
whispers to the
forest floor
swirling luna flight
breath
where once
your ache
became my skin

. . .

tethered by remembers ~

03 Wednesday Jun 2015

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becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch

pardon
my reflection
on moments
such as these
a place and time
wherein we are
the same
tethered
by remembers
stories into one
another life
from living held apart
as gentle
arms surrounding
breath against
my ear
constellations
gathered us around
was ever
there
the way returned
to learn of love
anew
forever rings
a silent
I love you