how we will ~

22 Thursday Sep 2022

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eternity now, grace, life, love, remembered home, time, truth, will

had i bravery
to tell you –
confessions still to give
lines i wrote
ten thousand suns ago
planted me a garden
grew with destinies
longing left to bloom –
fated bruise
of memory

had i bravery
to wonder –
how we loved
how we will
so unattached to living
– love divine
devoid of every circumstance
without a star to wish
blossoms carried sweet
beyond the
vine

. . .

evidence ~

18 Wednesday May 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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closer now to heaven than the stars, grace, life, love, remembered home, time, truth

lest that you
remember –
how it was
here in my arms
poetry spilled over
from the past
gleaming like a river
slicing through the pines
choose
as you were choosing
let or beg me stay
fill my cup
with everything you lack

were that
circumstance
be all I ever asked
a place to fall
kinder hurts to grieve
when every vow is spoken
will you believe me
then –
how I came for you
evidence
surviving –
as distant was the life
we chose to leave

. . .

while you were gone –

15 Monday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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a name upon my lips, acceptance, and still I would, destinies, grace, life, love, remembered home, time

grace
a sweet illusion
tender greys and blue
silver stones and no one left
to understand
our truth

hand in hand
here and there –
as one
no different we
were lessons come
from waking –
a will of destinies

I’ve wandered far
to find my way –
miles while you
were gone
and for a time
all I had –
was a memory of home

but for one
I make a vow
would not the breadth of life
conceal
when winter folds around
love will warm me
still

. . .

thunder ~

08 Wednesday Jul 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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blessings, captive, divine truth, grace, life, love, nature, remembered home, sacred intimacy

tellme

brushes
glide between the clouds
wingeds race ahead
slicing through the pause
where nature sleeps
feathers fall
from cedars tall –
echoing the thunder
where once a storm
was born –
the mountain
weeps

❤

not yet done ~

23 Tuesday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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beginning, life, light, love, remembered home, surrender, the way, time, trust, understanding

breath

tis all I have –
a damaged heart
this story of beginning
a map I drew
one Sunday afternoon
tis only this
sweet recompense
for all you have
to bring
as comfort to a
journey not yet done
but on our way –
let me be
the truth
of which you sing

. . .