when my end
is come
will i taste
your name
as i rush
the silver ethers
a final turn
at destinies
where moments pass –
a breath between
wherein my pulse
is tamed
a memory
where yesterday
remains
. . .
31 Friday Dec 2021
24 Saturday Mar 2018
Tags
faith, growth, guardian, journey, life, love, more, mystery, presence, promise, seeing in the dark, seeker, spirit, the way, understanding, wanderer
for every you
encountered
upon this mortal plain –
some other me
was buried on the way
another vow
though misconstrued
of when or why
we came
seeking something more
to understand
though nothing quite so simple –
nothing we can prove
to those who swear allegiance
to everything
we knew
. . .
08 Thursday May 2014
Posted a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
inTags
angels, becoming, comfort, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, divine this, faith, forgiveness, God, grace, knowledge, life, living, loss, love, questions, reason, restless, seeker, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, what I don't know, wisdom
For days, I’ve worried with the words – knowing (somehow) where I was going, but not so sure of the way. And then a friend mentioned a struggle with writing, and the process of both explaining and understanding – well, it provided a basis for telling. And so it is…..
I don’t know that I’ve ever had writer’s block. In fact, for a long time, I wondered if there were a giant ledger, where unbeknownst to me, IOUs were being written down. I feared that one day I might wake, unable to speak, with my hands having forgotten the weight of a pen. Only when I allowed the fear to consume did I figure it out. Only when I feared not being able to write – only then was I unable to find a single word. The rules of rhyme, meter, publication and form could keep the page empty. And for most writers; it’s the fear which cripples them. They either get tangled in the rules, or they refuse to write for writing’s sake. The hope of getting rich binds the poet’s heart I think.
I write. And every day, I expect to. I don’t wonder about it or grow weary over whether there’s a place (I know there’s a place).
But that isn’t the subject I’ve wrestled with. It just happens to fit nicely in a way I hope someone sees beyond me.
As of late, I’ve come to know many people who are grieving. Some grieve a life ended too soon, and others grieve the loss of love or health. Others still, mourn for years long past and voices nearly forgotten. More than not, there are questions that cannot be answered. We want to understand; we want an explanation; we want someone to blame. We want the hurting to stop.
Yet, life is filled with sorrow, and moments of undeniable ache. And, just when we think we couldn’t possibly go on, we look up – and there, in the darkest sky, is the same bright star as before. Or, we step out to a broken porch and find a reason – a reason come for us after all.
I believe the wise are only wise because they love….but also because they trust.
I don’t have the answers, and can’t imagine a time when I will. I may have stumbled on some, but some is a long way from all. For that, I’m grateful. I don’t need to know everything, nor do I desire such a burden. I want to be able to question, and question I will. But there is wisdom beyond my capacity to keep, knowledge beyond the realms of rationality, compassion, and humanity – beyond the living we entertain. I believe there’s a reason for that, and it’s a reason I am GOOD WITH!
Thus, the thing I started out to write about – there’s a reason that God is God, and I am not. In some ways, it’s like writing – in that I don’t need to worry with or debate what would happen if God weren’t God. Because He is; because I expect Him to be. My life is made sweeter in that knowledge, in the simple understanding of things I don’t understand.
were times before
the reason
for the ways
in which I’ve come
with only these
few stars
I know by name
muddy boots
and misplaced rhyme
miles
I faint remember
of stories lent
to places
left behind
as proof
of understanding
– a trust
beyond the dark
when prayed
the light became
another dawn
. . .
24 Sunday Feb 2013
Posted Poetry
inTags
becoming, breath, grace, knowing, life, love, mystery, poetry, reason, seeker, soul signature, spirit, theology, truth, understanding, value
from once
another fated –
we went searching
for the words
would change our
understanding
of the light
wandered far
and wide it seems
for one more
sacred verse –
would open wide
the eyes
denied to see
was ever
love made sweeter
by the echo
of a name –
or poetry define
the tender soul
where am I –
who am I
and there –
the mystery
resolved to more than word
before you came
. . .
13 Sunday Jan 2013
Posted Poetry, Storytelling
inTags
awareness, becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, key, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, seeker, spirit, spirituality, truth, wisdom
of mysteries
unraveled –
hours into lives
leaving naught a sign
of where we were
rings into an aged oak
rails no longer sing –
winking now to sails
beyond the dark
evidence of faraway
sits in rust and briar –
almost gone
and who is left to tell
dusty roads
and no one else
knows the ways we came
to understand
truths another held
as pieces
of forever –
fold into the apron
stones are falling
someone let them in
doors to squeak
against the hinge
hold my hand
and sway
lunas tease the seeker
from the din
bittersweet
the ancient hymm
sang us once to death
as melody laid soft
upon the snow –
fleeting life
remembering the reasons
come again
close the night
and lets pretend
we know
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