eternities between ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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were truth
by time rewritten
to know my soul by name
weary came a prophet
to declare
the gifts of right
and righteousness –
eternity shall keep
lest paths we walked
by faith
be never shared

who shall fall
to find me –
sins I wore again
are faded as the golden
winter wheat
who shall dare
receive of these –
arms are opened wide
allowing of a song
no longer sweet

of almost there
another tune –
are lines forgotten still
the way made long
tho who can say for sure
what of this
for waiting –
was worth the turning back
into the known
unknowing to endure

. . .

heaven here ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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moments crowd
a gentle dawn –
tis there the promise sleeps
camped beneath
exalted arms of green
songs are lifted tender
of one more time we knew
of heaven here –
lifetimes pressed
between

however sweet
the knowing comes
in tiny purple petals
as blooms
the same as stars
our light returned
beauty swims in mystery
of longing never settled –
dreams are falling
somewhere still
we yearn

. . .

this way ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

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stay the night
unburdened
by where has gone
the day –
as pieces of our past
are put away

into the realm
of all I am –
what more
we might become
the ways to home
and I
your only one

as stilled
before the waking
to heaven one more time
the light has shifted
now –
as one divine

was come for me
and waited more than breath
the years have left
– to find the key
where’er the lock
be kept

forsaken not
the telling –
were love to reason why
words have lost
their meaning
– as have I

daylight beams
in silent streams
across the place we lay
as I remember
once before –
forgetting you
this way

. . .

briar bent ~

02 Friday Aug 2013

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by mercy
I have wandered –
as a student to the light
remembered how it was
I came to be
a part of all creation –
what destiny have I
as sister to the myrtle
lark and leaf

how green the river
blood must flow –
to claim my heart anew
where mysteries of blossom
yet prevail
o’er bill and bark –
a briar bent
to wrap around me so –
tied with words
and not a one
to tell

cooler now
the summer path
awaiting for my feet –
a gentle breeze
made softer by my own
voice to greet
the mourning dove –
nightbirds sail beyond
as dreams are washed
into this sweet unknown

. . .

slow to come ~

01 Thursday Aug 2013

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forever this
was slow to come –
seasons without measure
tides are rolled
tho somewhere –
sands are dry
light is danced above the waves –
please come home my darling
winds are blowing
verses to the sky

rise and fall
as distance easy –
will is washed away
of lessons – once we feared
the worst to know
sew your heart
inside my sleeve –
promise me to write
death will come
before my letting go

twilight pools
on broken shells
worlds beyond our reach
as tiny white
echoes gone before –
letters left of leaving
will find us here again
learning new –
once familiar shores

. . .

prophecy ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Was a moment
I remembered –
to know we were the same
as destined
I was come
to wear your name.

Safe within
this prophecy
of light His hand to write
– stories yet becoming
of our life.

Of lifetimes
not so many –
even now the past
so dear –
as where we were
when first
I held you near.

The first to keep –
these hands to know
of graces to remember.
Love –
that first sweet breath
of spring –
still lingers
on December.

~ ~

Author’s Note: Written for the grandparents
of a dear friend – celebrating 76 years together.
Happy forever, Charley and Lyz.

. . .

tapestry ~

16 Tuesday Jul 2013

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here am I
remembering –
resorting now to dreams
a place the same as dew
upon the lawn
the same as mourning wakers
stretched beneath the sun
leaning into life
(don’t make me stop)
for fear of all the others –
I was meant as I was come
to find forever
waiting with the dawn
silently to gather
a weave of distant skies
– my tapestry
was once a wish
upon

. . .

immaculate ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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she wakes
and I am waiting
the meaning of her sighs
as pink and yellow ribbons
to the wheat
washing now
in rivers – of divine
her mysteries
fill the soul
deciding
not to sleep

she loves
and I am willing
one more life
this one to save –
another time
for other loves
the same –
scarlet brush of passion
marks a morning sky
angels weep
with memory of night

she sees
and I am ever
as a child into her fold
pressed against the bosom
of her sin
carried as a baby would
let me lead –
I will
know as she is knowing
of the truth
she wakes
within

. . .