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becoming mine ~

26 Saturday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, belonging to none, destiny, grace, home, life, love, mystery, surrender, together

how much of you
a part of me –
sands atop
the floor
as blossoms
where the trees have
burned away
how much of verse
is nothing more
than once
you were
and I
was counted back
in syllables
emptied to a page
folded to
a memory
the lineage of truth
someone said
tho I’ll be damned
if I remember why
the road
was less
the day you left
the sun no longer shines
to fill between
the whispers
rusted oak and flesh
how much I have
surrendered
was your breath
becoming mine

. . .

pieces left of home ~

24 Thursday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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faith, home, hope, love, prayers, returning home, rumors of war, together, trust, war

when war is come
and I have prayed
the fathers intervene
to carve a crystal fountain
from the seas
healing hearts
and easing every memory
of loss –
taking back of hurts
we fell between

as tears aligned
with rumor –
sons by sons are grieved
a disillusioned truth
returned as stone
I will sit the night
every night
until the end becomes
a place to start
with pieces left
of home

. . .

will returned ~

09 Thursday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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found, free will, journey, life, love, memory, spirit, stars, story, together

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love betrays
the distance –
fortunes writ in blue
blood remembers now
the will returned
warmth remained within
as once the two
were found –
touch the same
as fire unto flame

as breath
into the breathing
tears were sorrow flowed
laughter rings

. . .

reminders following a three hour commute to work ~

29 Tuesday Aug 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Rambling

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Tags

eclipse, faith, love, one, together, truth

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Once safely here, I was reminded of a snippet from Sunday’s message.

The speaker talked about perusing Facebook to look at all the pictures taken during last week’s eclipse. What he saw was something we all witnessed. Millions of people, without regard to politics, race, belief, gender or opinion – all doing one thing –

looking up………

Let us not be fooled into thinking we need a sign…..

 

Author’s Note:  Photo taken from atop of our office parking garage during totality on Monday, August 21.

for night to fall ~

21 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

endearing, faith, home, life, love, nature, story, together, truth, worth

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was e’er
the way made dearer
for times
we stepped aside
awaiting with the shadows
for night
to fall
becoming tears
leaves
and patterns
stars we
somewhere
wished upon
another life
reflecting love
as silver
on the pond –

. . .

glory arose ~

23 Tuesday Feb 2016

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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assurance, color, comfort, flowers, heaven, life, light, love, nature, together, truth

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where today
in your wandering ways
have you noticed
the color
of light –
blue as a blossoming
glory arose
to stand in the path
beside your
highway
come as a message
written to love
pressed between pages
once you were here
leaning together
another became

seeds
before heaven
we bloomed

. . .

softened by stone ~

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

assurance, belonging, blessings, eternal, life, love, moments, seeing in the dark, time, together

recalledandthen

11/11/2015
5:21 AM

lace
tells a story
you already know
when night wraps
her empty
around

odd sets of linen
softened by stone
are stored
with the rest
remember

silence so sweet
no words could compare
touching on places
left of us
there

flannel I bought
the same thread of grey
as your eyes
a river
destinies trade
for moments
belonging
like the hush of my name

whispered
somewhere
tonight
cotton worn through
by yesterday’s prayer
love
unimagined
by lace

. . .

the reach of remember ~

08 Sunday Nov 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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Tags

belonging, grace, home, love, nature, seeing in the dark, together

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in the chill
of just before
awake to the morning
a white autumn swirl
was given to song
and drifted beyond
the reach of remember
to a place
I was once –
I belong

. . .

for a while ~

13 Tuesday Oct 2015

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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acceptance, blessings, faith, gravel roads, love, nature, paths, seeing in the dark, soul, together, truth

fromheretoyou

10/13/2015
4:51 am

how long
and for a while
it seems I might remember
these paths –
though so familiar
are disguised
as something more
a moment rare –
a time I thought we knew
the way was bright
and we
becoming one
journeyed in the sunlight
across on boards
of clay
felt the shift of worlds
beneath us
closed our eyes
swaying
leaning into love
recalling once again
the feel
of home

. . .

hightide and redbud ~

28 Friday Aug 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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angels, assurance, beauty, blessings, connection, conscious consciousness, country, family, flowers, grace, home, knowing, life, love, nature, oneness, sorrow, story, together, trees, truth

Friday. Another sweet surrender.

Whenever I need re-centering, I know where to go. With every return to nature, I am strengthened. I am remembered to myself time and again.redbudhome

Just this morning, before heading off to work, I sat for a moment and pulled myself into the now, focused not on the two places where nothing is – the past, the future. The breeze was soft and even in the present, there were scatterings of other times at the edges of my memory. So, I focused on the trees that push against the fence line.

They are without rule, without the strict reinforcement of man. They grow, and I let them. But in them, I was again reminded back to a lesson, one which I needed their help to re-find.

Every country girl moved to the big city knows one thing for certain. Regardless where you are, there is a part of you that grows deeper than concrete. You also know that while it’s a wonderful thought to dig up some of those baby trees for transplanting to city yards, it rarely works.

That’s because nature is without the limits of man’s wisdom. She grows untended, dogwood pressed against oak; redbud blossoming between pine and sweet gum; lady slipper and sumac in the same patch of moss. If you dig one up, expecting to see thick strong roots, you’ll be surprised. They aren’t that way at all. They are fragile and sprawling and weaved into each other. It is an environment that teaches them both to fight and to bend. So, if you relocate that pretty little redbud to the wide open space of a city yard, she will likely die.

And there, the lesson. We not only belong together; we are meant to be together. Our roots are made stronger when bound with another, reminding us to each other (to home) again and again.

savemenextAs some of you know, my father was diagnosed with Parkinson disease some years ago. It is a blessing and a curse. Like any other disease, it is a lover that only ever wants more of that which we hold dear. But the blessing is in the lessons learned – in the weaving together of joys, memories, and challenges. Even sorrow is a gift for it surely never leaves us where it found us. I reflect on my interaction with my daddy, mama, my brother and sisters. Where one is lacking, another picks up. Even in the tight space of a hospital room or a kitchen, we are remembered back to the dance of being one, together, the same. One leans in as another sways. Weaving never is finished. Knots are tied and re-tied to remind us of moments fragile and perfect, but only always of love – the divine water that allows us to bloom, to grow, to strengthen, to pray, to heal.

So, back to the woods (the now). If you dared to dig up that little redbud, and tried to unravel her roots, you might be amazed. Not only would you find them intertwined with the neighboring pine and dogwood, but you’d find traces of roots from trees and flowers long since gone.

Her real beauty (her strength) lies not in the blush that decorates a forest, but in that which reaches deeper than dirt. As with all of us, the real story is the one written to her soul.

. . .

what story
mine
beginning here
from traces of hello
resounds within
the echoes of goodbye
last we loved
might I have known
the way
would lead me back
where we are new –
made one
within the light

. . .

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