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better than most ~

18 Thursday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Rambling, spirituality, Storytelling

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family, forgiveness, knowing, love, remembrance, truth, understanding, wealth

At the recent passing of my aunt, I am reminded of all the things I love and loved about her – how she enjoyed blueberry syrup, her love for coffee, the sound of her laughter.  I also reflect on the things I’ve surely gathered from her – my backbone, my stature, my love for pepper on cantaloupe, and the way I hold my hand over my heart when something touches me.

I’m humbled in the blessing of our lives clipped together, these ‘things’ that we share (we carry, we keep).   But, I am also grateful to know about them – to know what she loved as well as how she loved.

We should want for nothing more than to have someone truly know us – what we dream, what we grieve, what we love (when the dark is night and the ground so very cold).

I am reminded of an instance some years ago. My husband and I had a pretty deep discussion about my assertion that he might not know me as well as he thought. To prove my point I asked, ‘what’s my favorite color’.

Let me say here that I’m painfully aware that I am far more observant than most people. I listen for every hint of the story. If you mention some author to me over coffee in January, don’t be surprised when you receive a signed edition for Christmas. It’s what I do, and yet, I like to think myself forgiving of those who aren’t made the same.

But I also want to believe that those who love us most should be inclined to know us better than most.

Anyway back to the story. This ‘conversation’ occurred during a time when my brother-in-law traveled quite a bit and as a result, my sister and her little ones stayed with us a few nights each week. It so happened that they arrived just as the above discussion was ending.

Cameron, her two year-old son, was beaming as he came through the door, declaring he had a present for me (sure payment for the fact that I always had one for him). His little hand was clutched tight in front of him as I knelt down, excited for sure, and asked what it might be. As he slowly uncurled his fingers, I could see that a red M&M had melted all over his hand. O wow, I said.  Then he looked straight at me (through me) and said ‘I got it for you because it’s your favorite color.’ ❤️

Even now, I’m smiling just as I did in that moment………….

I pray that I never have cantaloupe and pepper without thinking of my aunt Lillian. And when I die, God help the poor soul who dares to bury me in blue…

might that you remember
the color of my eyes –
the way my fingers
warmed against your skin
how I take my coffee
and where my weakness lies
what I love –
for who I’ll come
again

. . .

orbits redefined ~

02 Tuesday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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destiny, life, love, remembrance, returning to a home we never left, soul voice, stars, truth, warmth

i remember this
arms wrapped around
rocking sweetly
orbits redefined
by their defenses
(sigh)
heaven
must have noticed
i remember this
arms wrapped around
rocking sweetly

. . .

etchings ~

19 Monday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, Rambling

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destiny, expectation, fate, home, life, love, rambling, remembrance, sometimes, stars, time, treasure

left as the morning
was dried from the roses
and last night’s confession
absolved by the sun
drove just as heaven
found dirt in Kentucky
yet slowed not the heart
getting on

another night’s rest
much better than last
and nothing much here
to pretend
but I dare not regret
choices once made
or the etch of their work
on my skin

was innocence lost
in the will to believe
– blinders matched to my eyes
was destiny tied
to a white picket fence
anchored by wishes
fell from the sky

another day done
as the truth was set free
sooner or later I lost
the plan to give more
than was mine to conceive
in dreams
I can barely recall

the pillow made dark
by yesterdays’ tears
words in silence replayed
even now
as the last glimpse
of night disappears
shadows fall by the way

is it this I awaited
a long stretch of ache –
of whiskey and wishes
a favorite song
made right
in remembering
the ways we were come
as last night’s confession
absolved by the sun

. . .

a picture of a picture ~

24 Thursday Sep 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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life, life beyond the leaving, love, memory, none the same, photograph, remembrance, soul, spirit, time, truth

were not for this
would love exist
to sanctify the page –
a picture
of a picture
faded grey

were not for these
these tender lips
created for a kiss –
remembered quite so well
as was your name

were not for time
or lives between –
a thousand more remain
tho ne’er another
I have loved
the same

. . .

pull against the moon ~

06 Thursday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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breath, death, eternities, journey, kiss, life, love, remembrance, resurrection, soul, spirit, time, truth

howcouldyouknow

for what
was life becoming –
when for this one I yearned
a breath between forevers –
made sweet the souls
return

a kiss
I scarce remember
once cooled upon my lips –
saved into my being
as proof of love
like this

time rests
beneath the cedars –
and pulls against the moon
resolving all we dared
to touch –
yet leaving way
too soon

. . .

closer ~

09 Tuesday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

all I really know, closer, destiny, life, love, remembrance, time, touch, truth

softly

near
this breath
as near enough –
yet closer I will plead
for moments
yet to span
eternity

near
as touch
not near enough –
forever this the same
ten thousand lives
to wonder why
we came

near
as love –
I have no choice
what choice is destiny
nearer – not yet
near enough
for me

. . .

til when ~

13 Wednesday May 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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abundance, blessing, days between, death, grief, home, love, memory, remembrance, sorrow, tears, time, worth

yesterhere

dare we worry
the darkness coming
– or tears
we’re bound to leave
a sorrow not yet given –
tis a blessing
I believe

a barter made
for living –
will grieve our losses
soon enough

with silence
meant for breaking –
were not for love

let us take our fill
of passion
and toast the days
til when –
we meet beyond the taking
in the place
where love began

. . .

became the light ~

07 Thursday May 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

christian, eternities, gifts, home, jesus, life, light, love, not quite Christmas, remembrance, trust, worth

sigh

across a strand
of gypsy sky –
back the way to wander
silver specs
remembered just one star
and distant nights
of ancient faith
men and cattle lowing
wondered at the light
became the light

miles and miles
within the truth
to find a baby waiting
forgiven not the witness
of a king
lowly as the meek would lay
held as love to promise
one day more than ever would
reasons to betray

a savior born
one winter morn
the first of all worth waiting
was innocence prepared
our hearts to see
one was come
the rest to know
the worst to pay for dying

silver spec
to glisten there
first gift of love
bestowed

. . .

Author’s Note: Now and then, things happen when
we least expect them – a four-leaf clover nestled with another one,
the trust of a hand wrapped with ours, love returning us to a home we
never left.  Sometimes, little miracles become words. 

Sometimes, it’s as easy as a light through a morning fog.

Who cares that it’s not quite Christmas…

held in place by life ~

29 Wednesday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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Tags

forgiveness, life, love, remembrance, seasons, time, truth, witness to life, writing in the dark

catcher

what truth is mine
I’ve wondered
a time or two
no less
memorizing lines
from another place in time
where I was mortified
of loving
held in place
by life
staring out the window
as the world slipped by –
gathered into keeping
for another
bye and bye

. . .

once to come ~

30 Monday Dec 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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Tags

another time, home, letting go, life, love, memory, reasons, remembrance, spirit, spring, time, truth, winter

breath (2)

I asked you once to come –
when winter was melted
as petals pushed forward
to remember
the home
I described for you
in the silver convergence
of dreams

I asked you come
to stay beyond
leaving
one more time
to hold me together
through another
letting go

I asked you to come
but now –
recalling
has lessened the reasons
for wanting you here
when spring
is returning
– and the winter
so fond in remembrance
has left me
to go

where once I begged you
to come

. . .

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