23 Thursday Feb 2023
were there a means
for understanding
some longing
to discern
a place for every hurt
i leave behind –
breath becoming more
than just the memory
of words
a moment you were falling
into my
eternal rhyme
and i remember
what it took to find
you here –
to get you home
tethered to a promise
whispered
soft against the night –
reminders
of the only thing i know
to resurrect
love to get us back
where we
belong
. . .
22 Thursday Sep 2022
Tags
eternity now, grace, life, love, remembered home, time, truth, will
had i bravery
to tell you –
confessions still to give
lines i wrote
ten thousand suns ago
planted me a garden
grew with destinies
longing left to bloom –
fated bruise
of memory
had i bravery
to wonder –
how we loved
how we will
so unattached to living
– love divine
devoid of every circumstance
without a star to wish
blossoms carried sweet
beyond the
vine
. . .
04 Saturday Jul 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
breath, dream, life, love, memory, recollection, sun in your eyes, the way, time, will, wondering
what place do I keep
in your memory –
what corner mine
of your heart
are there windows there
overlooking your life
– a garden
we dreamed
in the night
do you wonder sometimes
to the way we became –
paths never journeyed before
– how the warmth
of your hand
seem fitted for mine
as love seeking reason
for more
are there days
recollected –
with sun in your eyes
light through a window
where shadows
became
the difference in living
as silence recalls –
a memory tethered
by name
. . .
09 Tuesday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
foolish fall
of lust to line –
jealous need to write
perilous the pen
within the sanctity
of night
verses
left to meaning –
dare the heart to feel
words without dimension
for what is not
and what is real
. . .
13 Monday Apr 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
falling, life, lifetimes, love, returning to find, sometimes, soul, story, time, truth, will, words
will beyond
longing
truth without voice –
souvenirs kept
in a box by the door
heart seeking purpose
in all I’ve begun
lifetimes forsaken –
how many before
same old dreams
same sweet story
beginning an end
was made long ago –
what can I say
forever
I’m falling
tis all that I am
all that I know
. . .
21 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, age, blessings, conscious consciousness, divine this, forgiveness, gravel roads, home, knowing, life, love, truth, will
of moments
I’ve known
a path through
the tears
a faint recollection
of days unto years
poetry carved
as rings to
the wood
of seasons and reasons
tethered to place
come as a lover
of longing embrace
as nights without
slumber
whispers
to lace
silence the same
as forgetting
some other
another
of dreaming I knew
the weight of remember
was passing me
through
noonday and were you
to hold me
like this
as a moment of always
burned to a kiss
lest living
come easy
as light on the morn
as wake to the keeping
was love
to discern
. . .
27 Saturday Jun 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
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
. . .
01 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
becoming, cherokee, connection, courage, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, seasons, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, will, wonder
eternity
was gifted me
this morning
just at dawn –
when reason floated
pearl against the light
pastel pages
fluttering
as books were put away
stories almost ended
now begin
between the place
of getting by –
and knowing the unknown
pathways open wide
to worlds apart
fragile as a robin breath
pushed into the day –
as somewhere now
revival hymns
are played
stones
three hundred forty two
around the barn
and back
sorted once by size
and now by time
measured as girl to grow
knee-high to the mountain –
sings (tho she can’t sing)
of holding on
beauty keeps
a patch of grace –
queen anne’s lace and lilac
sheets are frozen stiff
upon the line –
winds are blowing
cool across these memories
of May –
tender now the calling
back to spring
. . .
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