12 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, verse
beyond the first
of lifetimes spent –
spread beneath the cedars
a scratch defies the hour
we were born
for what becomes
of moments held above
the worth of others –
a touch
to free the night
we waited on
hold my name
upon your tongue –
as memory of taste
tie it to a story
none can tell
as well as you –
tho time has eased
into another morning –
where once were words
twas there
I loved you well
. . .
19 Friday Jun 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
a time for telling, blessings, life, love, promise, secrets, soul speak, story, time, words, worth, writing in the dark
I’ll tell the story
with words
you once knew –
of the ways I have journeyed
on my way
back to you
I’ll tell
of secrets
we shared with the stars –
of lonely surrendered
one night
to the dark
I’ll gift
my portion
tho words won’t explain
of moments so tender –
tis there
we remain
I’ll tell the story
tho my prayer
then will be –
that when I have finished
you’ll tell it
to me
. . .
13 Wednesday May 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
abundance, blessing, days between, death, grief, home, love, memory, remembrance, sorrow, tears, time, worth
dare we worry
the darkness coming
– or tears
we’re bound to leave
a sorrow not yet given –
tis a blessing
I believe
a barter made
for living –
will grieve our losses
soon enough
with silence
meant for breaking –
were not for love
let us take our fill
of passion
and toast the days
til when –
we meet beyond the taking
in the place
where love began
. . .
07 Thursday May 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
christian, eternities, gifts, home, jesus, life, light, love, not quite Christmas, remembrance, trust, worth
across a strand
of gypsy sky –
back the way to wander
silver specs
remembered just one star
and distant nights
of ancient faith
men and cattle lowing
wondered at the light
became the light
miles and miles
within the truth
to find a baby waiting
forgiven not the witness
of a king
lowly as the meek would lay
held as love to promise
one day more than ever would
reasons to betray
a savior born
one winter morn
the first of all worth waiting
was innocence prepared
our hearts to see
one was come
the rest to know
the worst to pay for dying
silver spec
to glisten there
first gift of love
bestowed
. . .
Author’s Note: Now and then, things happen when
we least expect them – a four-leaf clover nestled with another one,
the trust of a hand wrapped with ours, love returning us to a home we
never left. Sometimes, little miracles become words.
Sometimes, it’s as easy as a light through a morning fog.
Who cares that it’s not quite Christmas…
02 Thursday Apr 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
these hands
remember everything
e’en when my brain resigns
the memory of gift –
of skin
beholding skin
all that I’ve known
loved and more
blessed
and blessed again
let not my wealth
become my prize –
tis less than I perceive
awaits my willing soul
some other dawn
take from me
take everything –
but what my hands recall
let that remain
to comfort me
the sweetest gift
of all
. . .
“We’re raising the bar on generosity, reminding ourselves
to hold our possessions lightly and open-handedly. The challenge
is to give away something that is precious to you, either in
value or significance, being willing to surrender it for someone
else’s benefit.” In doing so, we echo the lessons
of ten thousand kings – ‘everything comes from you’ ❤
02 Thursday Jan 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
13 Wednesday Jun 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
blessings, bliss, home, journey, joy, life, love, nature, reminders why we came, rules, sacred intimacy, silence, time, truth, worth
I will
indulge in fits of madness
sign my name
to sacred scrolls –
never once resolve my longing
to a slate of normal
rules
I will
sit the night in silence
just beyond the reach of voice
I’ll sing
while others chatter –
far too long
on foolish choice
I will
pray tho no one listens
shedding skin
that none can see –
come awake
in shades of honey
daffodil
and evergreen
. . .
12 Tuesday Jun 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling
Tags
breath, destiny, dreams, life, love, memory, patience, soul, stars, time, travel, treasure, wishes, worth
once
between collisions
we dared to trace the stars
and cursed aloud
for years the passing on
wishes burnt to cinder
aren’t all to matter now
how much we dreamed
remains a distant light
beyond the shift
where shadows hide –
I worry for you there
will you still hold
my secrets –
the flame
that warms my soul
. . .
27 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
a place for us, blessings, divine feminine, dreamer, love, nature, seasons, spirit, truth, worth
would fever claim
the month of March –
or swear an oath
for keeping
as April sweats
in summer blush
to leave the dreamer
weeping
. . .
26 Tuesday Dec 2017
Posted in Poetry
Tags
comfort, gathered, grief, heaven, life, love, seasons, soul, time, truth, twilight, unending, wealth, worth
already now
the twilight rests
against the threat of night
where dreams
I can’t recall
await my sleep
already there
I’m missing you
without regard for days
another dawn
beyond my will to keep
a name unspoken
in silence stills
to bring this aging heart
to tears
released the want
of wanting left –
to find of heaven
moments here
a place removed
unclaimed by grief
beyond the realm
of yesterdays
returning light
an endless sun –
where I am yours
to love
always
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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