graces i have taken ~

17 Monday May 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

Tags

all I really know, and still, before we understood, blessing, grace, life, love, naked truth, poetry, wealth, wildflowers

a golden stem
a temple bell –
an altar I have raised
tis here I bow
and here I place my hands
in prayer for place
for circumstance
would give your song to me
to fill a grand cathedral
and bring me
to my knees

a poem without rhyme
is all I have to bring
lines are naked
verses without shame
senses now awakened
to moments lived
apart
graces I have taken –
I have taken
in your name

walls of deepest cedar
floors are warped
by tears –
as holy once the wine
we passed between
the lips that mouthed surrender
tongue where truth
is grieved
love when there is nothing
would cleave your breath
from me

. . .

every life ~ every stone

20 Tuesday Mar 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

birth, death, dusty roads, forgotten path, home, homecoming, life, love, remembering joy, seasons, spirit, wildflowers, yesterday's garden

yesterday's garden

I took solace
in the coming back
to find another way –
a path where none existed
where I lingered
yesterday

I took pleasure
in returning –
to every place I loved before
volumes stacked beneath
the branches
verses scattered
to the floor

I took comfort
with each passing
every life and every stone
dusty fields –
a path forsaken
where flowers bloom
for love atoned

. . .

unfiltered ~

11 Monday Apr 2016

Posted by tornadoday in home, Storytelling

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

beauty, family, honor, life, love, strenth, treasure, trust, wildflowers

More than one florist tried selling us on roses, on carnations, lilies or gladiolas.

Somehow none of those seemed worthy of the man
who found beauty
in the wildflowers and weeds….

daddysbouquet

where
and I am with you now
no different
than before –
when winds are blown
and waves –
the sea concedes
faultless as a message
left behind
to soothe the shore
know that I am waiting –
a breath
you’ve yet to breathe

. . .

pull of hearts ~

08 Sunday Jun 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

bliss, breath, cherokee, faith, grace, gravel roads, healing, hearts, knowledge, life, living, love, mystery, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, silent beauty, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wildflowers, wonder

tempered now
the pull of hearts
as one into the beating
became of oceans
rivers down below
as moonlight
on forgotten fields
where wild
the blossoms swimming
are held as one
without an eye to see
or soul to sense
their mysteries
much deeper than the seed
a solace of surrender –
where breath becomes
the breeze

. . .