revealing (us) ~

20 Saturday Jul 2013

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how can it be –
the answer
awaits the seeker (seeking)
empty hands
(are reaching for) the proof
a mystery of absolute
(we thought the world
was changing)
a prophet come
revealing (us) the truth

how can you know
I’ve wondered (so)
spent my best repenting
words were never long
tho others lay
folded (as a letter)
into my wilderness
made of heart –
(as dreams were) fell away

lingered now
a sacred place
almost (but not) forgotten –
to find my way –
(another passing) through
jasper blooms to paths
of stone
(lovers sleep) in
silence
at last to know –
(the one I sought is) you

. . .

never change ~

19 Friday Jul 2013

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becoming, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, resurrection, spirit, understanding, wonder

of ache –
I’ve no memory
but for love remaining still
beyond this night
what sorrows shall persist
as shadows on the coming back
of all I know is true –
life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss

living goes
the ways of death –
tho some things never change
the autumn night
weaves flannel
on my heart
spring is written
every place –
my feet are turning green
as dandelions blowing
in the yard

were heaven need
of time or place –
I knew of you this way
where passions still –
a touch would bring me ’round
across the great dividing
beyond the evening
storm –
awaiting me
a moment to be
found

. . .

love with leaving ~

16 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, grief, knowledge, life, loss, memory, old maps, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, spirit, sweet sorrow, truth, understanding, wandering

. . .

missing
seems the only word
to show for ache
and sorrow
places deeper still
the passing wears
canyons into echoes
speak of love
as one –
oceans swear allegiance
to the rain

lonely
wears a fancy name
as souls in love
with leaving
held the bar much higher
than the heart
captivated
someone else
I thought of once
in parting –
know me now
but never all the way

. . .

wait to blessings ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

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becoming, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, prayer, reason, resurrection, spirituality, understanding, value

slow
the sure release
of night into the dawning
as breath
above the rim
of coffee black
as prayer
into the ethers
of another sunday after
as bibles wait to blessings
taken back

praises be
to one who knows
the best of us
is lacking –
forgiveness rarely come
without regret
the weight of words
remembered
as a bitterness to taste
haunts the soul
unwilling to forget

love
as I am hoping –
seals the broken streets above
curtains drawn
as proof of time’s retreat
garner us eternity –
of life beyond our own
where even now –
our name
is something
sweet

. . .

lessons in surrender ~

13 Saturday Jul 2013

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beauty, becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, prison, promises, reason, resurrection, self, spirit, strength, understanding

it seems
and yet I can’t be sure
my reasons for becoming –
the ways I’ve come
in shadows
of the sun

the rocky path
above the vale –
darkness gleaned
of silence
as trust I dared
remember
to the light

lessons
in surrender
tears and time
to wonder –
who am I to listen
– who to wait

blossoms burst
from dirty hands
as hearts somewhere
to whisper –
my name aloud
in places
I am found

. . .

silent strains ~

06 Saturday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, memory, old maps, passion, restless, resurrection, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, travel, truth, understanding, wonder

lead me
soft –
this quiet calling
as willing to belong
floats the night
so tenderly
to song

veil of pretense
chords of light –
hands prepared to play
hearts to listen
distant drums
as borders rubbed away

silver green
eternal dawn –
another place I go
sweet the night
to pass between –
awakening
my soul

. . .

one to change it all ~

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, death, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, resurrection, self, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wisdom

were our story
without ending –
the road would lead us on
forgotten not the turning
or the fall
reminders of eternity
wink and they’ll be gone
hands to hold –
and one to change
it all

eighty years
or sometimes ten –
a garden loved by thorns
a rusty metal rocker
hides the shade
baskets stained by picking
weeds to bind the fence
bees are telling
every plan
we made

a worn out
sunday prophet –
folds his bible near
tho none can read the name
it used to hold
leather bound by promise –
love would get us through
trees are bending
double
in the cold

I been down
and got back up –
to know
(I know) of love
of seasons undecided
by the light
of passing into paradise
to live beyond these days
gardens yield for tending –
somewhere sweet
tonight

. . .

spark ~

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, resurrection, self, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

even now
I wish
there were things
that you knew
of places I go
to wander the night
might you see
without sight
like ten thousand before
as spark to the empty –
a star beyond light

as a place
of beginning –
fields standing bare
with will for another
hurt to erase
the memory of ruin
is burdened by grief –
by prayers
never heard –
unspoken to grace

would nature
return
as the first
light was come –
without reason or want
for the falling into
a story awaiting
your hand at the pen
making truth of the darkness
what is seen –
what is knew

. . .

breaking again ~

01 Monday Jul 2013

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becoming, death, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowing, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder

ease me to going
carried once more –
as ash on the lips
of a far away wind
grieve
not the leaving
bear not the blame
or sit long the night
with my name

forgiven
the passage
of death into light
in breaking again
to living I came –
sworn to remember
the sorrows I’ve known
to ease one –
another we waited
this long

to be
as in being
a promise once made
to ease of the ache –
a salve
to the pain
to listen
(I listen)
I hear what you say
as I lie awake
crying
your tears

. . .