between ~

20 Sunday Sep 2015

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assurance, conscious consciousness, home, light, love, moments, soul, time

between
the breaths
where promise made
a fool of fools
as I
lines were drawn
for crossing
straight
and true
the same as stars
remembered me
across the deepest
night
a name I gave
to all I loved
but you

soul
of where
before I was
a part of all
this passing

held for but a while
against your heart

. . .

of this ~

23 Sunday Aug 2015

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acceptance, angels, beauty, bessings, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, grace, living, love, nature, peace, sorrow, soul

in the sweet
that is waking
my heart with the dawn
light fills each window
with graces
unknown
to those only sleeping
dreaming of this
dew written soft
to the bible
of home

. . .

sometimes (waiting to be) ~

01 Wednesday Jul 2015

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acceptance, comfort, destiny, divine this, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, healing, home, intimacy, living, love, sometimes, soul, truth

I’ll stay
here beside
if you start the fire
from pieces remembered
the same
another so cold
you thought I was leaving
back through the days
undecided
I came

led by a dream
fearful of nothing
but the loss
of your warmth
in the night
the feel of your whisper
echoed in silence
returned from the edges
I waited your light

to save me
from something
darker than death
deeper than sorrows
I’ve known
the way your smile shines
when you wrap me
around
a moment of tender
willing me home

where love is made
welcome
by a hand holding mine
promise
waiting to be
forever surrendered
just before dawn –
a kiss
then another
remembering
me

. . .

known by love ~

27 Saturday Jun 2015

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everything, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, hope, life, life well lived, love, prayer, seasons, soul, time, to places we are known, truth, will

sweeter now
the ache forgiving
of moments past –
surround me here
an ancient quilt
of almost whispers –
words of living
folded near

page to page
as wish to wanting
lives beyond the ones
we live
songs forgotten
yield in singing
love resounds
in all we give

let with grace
these truths repeated
til prayer becomes
a place of rest
warmed by faith’s
eternal season
known by love –
as love
confessed

. . .

tethered by remembers ~

03 Wednesday Jun 2015

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becoming, blessings, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, fearless, grace, gravel roads, healing, life, love, memory, moments, seasons, signs, soul, story, touch

pardon
my reflection
on moments
such as these
a place and time
wherein we are
the same
tethered
by remembers
stories into one
another life
from living held apart
as gentle
arms surrounding
breath against
my ear
constellations
gathered us around
was ever
there
the way returned
to learn of love
anew
forever rings
a silent
I love you

. . .

mysteries undone ~

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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acceptance, bliss, divine, echoes, faith, fearless, forgiveness, gravel roads, love, postmark, sacred intimacy, sometimes, soul, souvinirs, still, truth, value

of sorrows
I’ve forgotten much
daylight
passed between
the dark of dawn
as reason fell away
a place to keep
so holy now
resolved as once
to touch
solace meant the moon
was come to stay

poetry
of wake me up
before the light is gone
leaves are falling
tears beyond
the sun
dreams
of you remind me
somewhere yet unknown
I speak of these
of mysteries
undone

nestled down
in fresh cut grass
a shimmer o’er
the pond
a whispering of wings
above the pines
echoes fill
the places
now am I again
the same I was
tho ne’er the less
divine

. . .

all I hold dear ~

12 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, poetry, reason, sacred intimacy, self, soul, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as passion
confessed
by luna to flame
a faithful old owl
to the moon
where crickets are crowded –
as branches to breeze
remembered
as snowflakes
in June

there’s a spot
at the softest curve of the night
the color of eyes
as depths to the sea
a place in the meadow
where secrets
are kept –
where stars make love
to the trees

there’s a swelling
decided
by all I hold dear
– breath holding softly
my own
a place in the universe
as music unheard
by words not yet spoken
I’m known

. . .

echoes ~

10 Wednesday Sep 2014

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becoming, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, sacred intimacy, soul, spirit, truth, value, wonder

where am I written
does your soul bear
my name
without memory
of years passed between

are there places
made safe
by the refuge of life
a silence
where hope
is redeemed

by the echo
of heartbeats
wherever you are
another trembles
unseen

where am I written
where am I known
– a love
once made famous
in dreams

. . .

love falling ’round ~

05 Friday Sep 2014

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becoming, bliss, breath, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, soul, understanding, wandering, wonder

slow knows the way
at the edge of the orchard
where ruby and emerald
spread o’er the ground
turn when you sense
the river is speaking
your name
like a whisper
of love falling ‘round

just a bit further –
as branches are bent
by the pleasures of sunlight
folded to grace
spun into feathers
by tiny brown beaks
– weaved into shadows
of wishes
and lace

drive
til there’s nothing
but maple and pine
sweetgum and cedar
fluttering leaves
sing with the sparrow
of paradise found –
warm through the window
reminders to breathe

. . .