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memory of bliss ~

03 Monday May 2021

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age, blessings of the heart, bliss, divine intimacy, life, love, memory, moments of eternity, time, value, worth

when my days are swept
golden –
into all I have left
when moments
are counted for more

I shall look at these hands
and remember the ways
they warmed to your longing
as never before

when my ears have misplaced
the sound of your voice –
a melody penned
long ago

as my eyes
fill with tears –
once reflected by yours
ocean deep pools
of your soul

tho my arms be denied
the reaching around –
I will rest in the memory
of bliss

when my tongue has forgotten
the taste of your name
my lips will remember
your kiss

. . .

beyond my last goodbye ~

04 Thursday Mar 2021

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death, faith, grace, heart and soul, let me go, love, one more day, truth, value, words

when I’ve forgotten
how to love –
give me strength to die
to tarry not beyond
my last goodbye

til words have left me empty
and all my blues are dried
turn the page
don’t wait for me
the night

when ashes float
eternal
atop a boundless sea –
will heaven take your heart
in search of me

let my grace be barter
with want for one
more day –
with love the only reason
left to stay

when I’ve forgotten how to love
give me strength to die

. . .

fire ~

06 Thursday Aug 2020

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acceptance, life, love, passion, seeing in the dark, trials, truth, understanding, value

yesterdays gone

within this meager soul
a fire –
as proof of trials I’ve known
a life denied to living
– is mine alone

how many
still are waiting
the turn when I shall see –
a love
by loves forsaken
carries me

. . .

still now ~

17 Wednesday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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goodbye, life, love, memory, moments, poetry, sometimes, soul, still, trust, value, words

remember this

let these words
embrace your soul –
as once before
goodbyes
I lived as moments
burning in your eyes
I knew of love
do not deceive
do not deny
tis so
where once I lived
within your heart
still now –
I long to go

. . .

the way recalled ~

21 Tuesday Apr 2020

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age, breath, heart, life, love, memory, nightsky, southern canopy, stars, surrender, time, value

gathered mine

in the hush
before a star becomes
a path across the sky
before our wish is fated
to come true
remember how it was
to count them all
to speak their names
one by one
a trillion lights
come for me
and you

as simple then
the way recalled
tho now it all seems strained
to recognize the wealth
beside the gold
to see the truth
when all the rest
is bent to break us down
forgotten
what the heart
was meant to hold

. . .

little hands ~

07 Tuesday Apr 2020

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

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connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, inheritance, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, our greatest treasure, passion, reason, strength, truth, understanding, value

windowtomyheart

Of all the things we carry with us, home is perhaps the lightest.

Every year or so, I find reason to be in the area where my grandparents lived for most of my life. Each time, my initial response is the same ‘who moved the house closer to the road?’

In my memory, the yard was huge, as was the orchard and the pond. It was surely a day’s walk to my grandpa’s store (rather than the quarter mile it is now). And how could such a little house and little porch hold so many people, so much love?

In the confines of my heart, the roof pushes against my breastbone and apples fall to the safety of little hands.

We may move, and we may know the feel of many floors beneath our naked feet……..but always, there is something greater we carry with us. We may wander, but we never really leave.

*sigh*

there’s no sign
to point the way
no wear upon the road
but I’d swear
the air is cleaner
in this place

beyond the want
for getting back –
someone waits me now
denied the fault
for leaving –
opened arms of grace

. . .

Republished from original – 2014

whispered into sorrow ~

22 Sunday Mar 2020

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

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awakened, becoming, connection, death, destiny, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value

silencewing

lest I awaken
mourning dove above my head
whispered into sorrow
by his song
will all I have
a pittance make
compared unto his loss
a place alone
where silence beats the same

sworn to birth
some other time –
before the sky burned black
was here
the reasons scattered us apart
folded as a memory
into the great unknown –
while fortune sleeps
beside us
in the dark

. . .

nothing ~

28 Friday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized

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grace, home, life, loss, love, memory, soul, time, truth, understanding, value, wealth

angel 300

beyond the ache of evening tide
beyond the pull of morning
daylight wakes with one more thing to say
all we had was everything
all we lost – was nothing
the earth is dipped against the moon
the soul into the bay

. . .

thank God –

25 Tuesday Dec 2018

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bliss, christmas, December 24, home, jesus, life, love, more, truth, value

A woman waited in line just a few people ahead of me. She carried three packages for mailing.

The clerk said it would cost $53 to guarantee their delivery by Christmas. The cost was too high so she inquired the price to guarantee delivery on only one of them.

She explained that December 25th was her father’s birthday.

The clerk sighed ‘what a bummer’. ‘What a bummer to have a birthday on Christmas. You’d only have one gift.’

As the customer dug for her wallet the clerk commented, ‘I don’t think I know anyone who was born on Christmas day.’

My voice echoed through the crowded space –

‘Thank God I do.’

. . .

still ~

11 Tuesday Dec 2018

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endearing, faith, family, grief, life, loss, love, mourning, time, truth, value

day begins at night

Over the last week, I have the experienced the blessing of speaking with two individuals I dearly love about Christmas and also about loss.

I know they are not the only ones who find it difficult to enjoy Christmas due to the weight that is surely heartache.  And while both of these beautiful souls have suffered loss I have not, in other ways I cannot speak clearly of, I lost the same as they, for loss is something we all know. Unfortunately (or fortunately), grief is not a one size fits all thing. It is unique to each of us and the loss is unique to each of us. How we carry it and how it carries us is only ever ours.

For all I know about loss and grief, I know much more about love. I know that love never leaves us, never empties us, and never disappoints us. I’m sure you’re already thinking I don’t know much. But I stick to my belief. Love doesn’t disappoint or leave us, but that doesn’t mean that people don’t/won’t. Love doesn’t fail; people fail. And sometimes in the midst of our grieving or mourning a loss or rejection, we push the thought of love away because to linger with it is too painful, too much of a reminder of our own failures.

But eventually, it is that very love and those very thoughts that heal us, that strengthen us. We may abandon love, but it never abandons us. That which is true doesn’t somehow become less true because we deny it.

I work with a company that handles health insurance and benefits. More than once, I’ve heard from a member who is distraught because data was stored and visible on an ‘ex’. Each time (every time), I laugh to myself at the thought that any of us could ever totally remove someone from the place they held in our hearts, memories, life. It is impossible, as well it should be. I’ve often shared this quote – “The problem with having everything you ever wanted is having everything you once wanted.”

If I ever loved you, I love you still. If I can un-love, then surely I never did.

Love remains whether we want it to or not. It becomes a part of us, changing the ways we navigate life and future relationships. It may evolve or change, but if we allow it to, it becomes the best of who we are and what we know to be true when everything else fails. It becomes the fragile vase we could never put back on the shelf.

So, while Christmas may prove hard for some, take comfort in knowing that another day will come when the memories that torture us will bring us unimaginable joy. We will laugh again! We absolutely will!

This season – this gift – is a time for remembering (even when it hurts) and holding on to that which makes life worth living. We cannot lose it, and it can never lose us.

Let us love and love some more!

. . .

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