where I have gone ~

10 Wednesday Feb 2021

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another life, dreams, life, love, memory, reality, spirit home, surrender, truth, words

some nights
I ache the absence
of words between these walls
I walk a broken floor
til daylight comes
surrendered to the notion
love won’t be defined
by lives I lived
dreams –
where I have gone

not one will know
of places –
another time
you called me home
so far from this remembrance
and all I’ve ever known
is pressed between the fading light
and when I close my eyes
I find you but
can’t speak of you
sometimes

. . .

maps we drew in darkness ~

08 Friday Jan 2021

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alone, brokenness, enduring, faith, ignorance, knowing, life, love, maps, refuge, sorrow, surrender, tears, truth

I’ve spent some time
in disbelief –
with years to wonder why
mornings washed
a flood of tears –
yet not a one to dry

not a one to
understand –
and ne’er a will to know
beds made up with thistle
and left along
the road

with none to share
who can say
they knew far better than
those who dream of dying –
who walk a broken land

who decides
and who condemns
the ways for which we came
with maps we drew in darkness –
hurts we gave
our name

. . .

promises and gin ~

27 Tuesday Oct 2020

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dreams, life, love, memories, promise, sometimes, surrender, the places I keep, time, truth, witness

another dawn
no different
than every day before –
a drink too much
whiskey chased by rain
a letter penned
and folded –
deeper than my fears
a lonely side
of pride
I’ll not complain

keys
and I’ve forgotten
what I cared for
near enough
to lock him up
with promises and gin
negligence by proxy
I can hardly rest
I dare not sleep –
I will not dream
again

by noon
my heart will wonder
what made me feel this way
these hands
will have no memory of us
no warmth where you might linger
a favorite perfume –
pressed into the places
that I love

. . .

sands of my soul ~

23 Wednesday Sep 2020

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age, blessing, closer still, courage, forgiveness, grace, life, love, redemption, still, surrender, time, where you are

when I’ve taken the last
of faith that was given
and turned my back
to the wall –
to wonder how long
this grace
might deliver
when broken each vow
my heart can recall

when I’ve lost
what had saved me –
words where pages lie still
a map once was traced
to the sands of my soul
lest I wander
without want
to be filled

dare me remember
the ways I was carried
and nights I sought peace
in the dark
move me to center
align me with light –
so that grace
seeks to find me
no matter how far

. . .

of every moment made ~

02 Wednesday Sep 2020

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breath, comfort, counted days, love, memory, moments, sometimes, soul, spirit, story, surrender, time, truth, why we came

mercy finds us
sorely tempted –
at the end of letting go
clinging
as the final light
to fade

tis then
within our darkness
we remember why we came
and what is left
of every moment
made

regardless
our surrender –
or the lack of one to give
days are counted
back to us
the same

as keepers
sworn to memory
gifted us this way
as lifetimes
recollected
by name

. . .

destiny to steal ~

31 Friday Jul 2020

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jealous moon, life, love, poems, rambling, soul speak, still, stories, surrender, witness

longing

so much of me
some you don’t know
– poems I have written
on my soul
I can’t tell you
I won’t tell you
how it is
I’ve surrendered you
remembered you
another day –
again

so much
and who am I
to remind you what is real
of moments come
this destiny to steal
wait for me
at twilight
out beyond the fence
I will show you then
how I love

. . .

not yet done ~

23 Tuesday Jun 2020

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beginning, life, light, love, remembered home, surrender, the way, time, trust, understanding

breath

tis all I have –
a damaged heart
this story of beginning
a map I drew
one Sunday afternoon
tis only this
sweet recompense
for all you have
to bring
as comfort to a
journey not yet done
but on our way –
let me be
the truth
of which you sing

. . .

the very best of all ~

05 Friday Jun 2020

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beyond the fall, life, love, resurrection, soul memory, spirit, surrender, truth

Willmeremember

there is a fault
aligned with love –
a crooked tear within the fold
what with eyes
the mind might wonder –
won’t be measured
to the soul

a moment
resurrected
time and time again
a willingness so easy –
the very best of all
the truth
o’er which we linger
despite everything we know –
held within a memory
of the fall

. . .