Tag: poem

  • aligned to the vision of our souls

    Our bodies must be open
    to have a vision of our compassion
    which only comes through sharing
    our lives as we move forward
    aligned to the vision of our souls

    the stone arrived along the river
    holding amalgamated pieces of god’s heart
    come down to show who was caring
    come down to rescue me for my part
    Growing always growing
    to the space between our hearts
    growing never knowing
    what keeps us so apart

    Parts holding place we are molding
    The secret space of enfolding
    which when it fits in place and stays
    It will last all our days.

    ***
    we are folding one
    atop another folded
    and molded boldly

    <><><><><> 07/05/24
  • an optimist in love

    One of the most dangerous things in the universe
    may be an optimist in love.
    There are no risks too great
    when you see the outcome’s possibilities.
    Simultaneously, there are no risks too great
    when you ignore the possibilities;
    jumping forward into the abyss of shared hearts
    is just one of the best possibilities there is.
    The amount of beauty and joy
    that is available will transform
    every thought into something good
    in the mind of the optimist in love.
  • the rainbow binds us 240214

    Who did you chose to tell your dreams to?
    The romance in the rainbow binds us
    The treasures at the end of the rainbow
    shine beauty on the world
    As they can only be dreamed
    and never touched
    The bands of the rainbow
    can be seen in their melding
    But the edges are never
    sharp or distinct
    Such is the beauty of love,
    intertwined but never defined
    Red will show the heat of passion
    Orange will bring warmth and connection
    Yellow brings to mind
    the brilliance in our sunlight
    Green enfolds us in the peace
    of togetherness and life
    Blue engulfs the sky and the spirits we trust
    Indigo has the moonlight
    and darkness of night
    connecting all our mysteries and dreams
    Violet brings out compassionate
    kindness and inspires creativity
    Shining
    shining
    While we see these shades
    there are a million more colors of variation

    Only love will do
    to hold the rainbow we make of our lives together
    Only love bridges the edges of the rainbow together. Only love holds our souls together
    Our love is not the only love.
    Our love is the colors of our being.
    Together

    In the confluence of being
    a silent center is held
    Together

  • Instead of a miracle long-awaited 240112

    Instead of a miracle long-awaited
    I got grace
    which brought
    acceptance and gratitude
    and fortitude
    to move on
    Still not knowing
    where I am going
    Nevertheless
    we each move on
    into uncertainty

  • Events of our year 240101

    In the depths
    of my heart
    the feelings are
    moving and stirring
    Events of our year
    glorious blessings
    whirling
    In the depths
    of my heart
    my gratitude spinning
    Recalling all the riches
    we are still here to share
    winning all there is to win
    In the depths of my heart
    I must find the words to say
    How happy I am
    on our blessed day

    I love you

  • Mystique of the seasons of life can be found

    crisp light of dawn over the cold blue hills
    rain from the west letting moisture spill
    renewing the light like renewing the land
    holding out hope in the place where we stand
    days spill over days on this path of renewal
    certain days of each life turn into jewels

    the days of the good and days which were bad
    prove the truth of our visions, or make us sad
    down all the days of each life on this planet
    experiencing the moments as the universe will grant it
    wisdom and humility lived in our sorrow
    as joy and strength spill forth in tomorrow

    God grants us dawn if we are up to see
    the potential of growth like wind from the sea
    viewing the gray light revealing each day
    the forthcoming vision in life’s vast array
    hoping for light in that crack which appears
    on the edge of our horizon dispersing our fears

    joys and sorrows from long ago times
    each day that renews is here to remind
    how lovers and friends are with us through time
    held in our hearts and held in our minds
    the joy that we shared down through the years
    the lessons we’ve learned from all of our tears

    the goodness of each other discovered each day
    the companionship enshrined to show us our way
    the potential of dawn to become the full light
    is followed in the sky expansive and bright
    then the wind and the rain seen in the west
    as another day moves forward and we find some rest

    the joy on the coast and dragons discovered
    give us the roots of magic uncovered
    in dirt of the earth and the misty air
    enchantment renewed as we linger there
    greeted by fairies and energy of trees
    if we are wise, we recognize these

    forces of renewal absorbed by our strength
    recognizing the days that became the length
    of the dragon’s tail and the tree branch’s girth
    came down through time since the day of our birth
    writhing from wind though held in the ground
    Mystique of the seasons of life can be found

    trees last a long time. Lovers will too
    mist in the morning branches covered in dew
    like memories and hopes so sublime
    which prove the true purpose of our time
    to live each day and hold each breath
    for each other until the day of our death

    the blessings of light at the coming of dawn
    fill spirit’s gorgeous bright capacity to move on
    lessons learned and lessons lost
    some morning dew turns into frost
    as cold memories are reminders at dawn
    of places and people from whom we were drawn

    holding our hopes, memories, and fears
    reminders of joy, happiness, and tears
    seeing these things each dawn of the day
    as markers of things we learned how to say
    be hopeful, be kind, be renewed by the dawn
    listen for the echoes which memory spawns

    shining blessings for our hopeful hearts
    following each other to where we did start
    hold in the heart the value found there
    and accept that it is important to show that we care
    care deep and unfettered because then it is found
    Dragon tales and love from deep in the ground

    <><><><><><><> 02/28/23


  • A Poem about Poetry

    Poetry sings with joy
    And it dances with sorrow
    Expresses what is in our hearts
    Each day and tomorrow


    Poetry blends our feelings
    Gently in our mind
    Expressing thoughts as things
    Giving meaning to all we find


    Poetry is ours each day
    If it recognizes the moment
    Lifting up our gratitude
    Giving relief in our torment


    Poetry plays with words
    Twisting rhymes and rhythms
    Until the magic just appears
    Bringing forth as words given


    Poetry laughs just right
    Captured hearts rejoice
    When words together
    Become our common voice


    Poetry blooms and sometimes dies
    Beauty in morning when it’s given
    Glory in hearts when it flies
    Eloquent in its vision


    Poetry holds gratitude love and joy
    Mourning sometimes best expressed
    When memories needed telling
    Thus poetry bringing souls to rest

  • sitting in a dark room

    sitting in a dark room
    considering light
    consider the space
    and consider our plight

    sitting in a valley
    way down below
    under the mountain
    where we might perchance go

    from the depths formed by rivers
    mountains carved by streams
    water through earth delivered
    like thoughts left from dreams

    no glow in the dark
    nor flash in a mist
    fully illuminates the possible
    only giving a glimpse.

    as in dreams or a journey
    each explores soft edges of light
    and the inside of darkness
    holds some insight

    revelations anew
    portend blessings we are now seeing
    to find the illusive
    truth of all being

    although darkness may comfort
    or light warm the soul
    held nearest our heart
    is love as the goal

    love transcends darkness
    and compassion illuminates
    winding path forward
    to heaven’s welcome gates

    a gate to goodness we seek
    journeys’ guides hold us
    in mysterious faith and eternal trust
    our seeking emboldens

    goodness tumbles out
    like rivers to ocean
    a true secret shared
    all life needs such motion

    traveling as drops in a stream
    and then life’s winding river
    all the hopes in our time
    and sorrows delivered

    to places of healing
    missions of glory
    as each one of us
    seeks out our own story


  • Questions? => cleaning out the notebook

    What does a sound feel like?
    What does a glance trip over?
    How many cups does it take?
    How far is over there?
    How near is dear to my heart?
    How many times is too many?
    How does it feel to get over it?
    Has the sunshine brightened or dimmed?
    Can a walk get us there?
    Has the memory healed?
    Has the truth been told?
    What or how or how many?
    When did you realize?
    Can real eyes see through?
    Has the darkness touched the dawn?
    Where is it?
    How many is too many?
    How many is enough?
    When did time slip away?
    Where did it go?
    Can time come back?
    Is there delight in midnight?
    How do you know?
    When do you realize?
    What are too many tries?
    What would Jesus do?
    Can fishes walk on water?
    Had time gone by?
    What can be done in order to try?
    When do questions end?

    ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 7/15/22

  • I wear socks with my Birkenstocks

    Just saw a lady walk on by
    She looked at me and she had to sigh
    Looking up-and-down down askance
    At my feet she gave a glance
    You know it’s because….

    I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
    I sing songs around-the-clock
    Walking up-and-down along the streets
    Making up songs for all I meet

    Some old guy came ambling by
    He might have been kind of high
    He laughed at me in my attire
    He laughed so hard I had to admire
    You know it’s because…

    I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
    I sing songs around-the-clock
    Walking up-and-down along the streets
    Making up songs for all I meet

    Sometimes children call out with glee
    As children will with their high de he
    Heidi He and Heidi Ho
    Hanging out with them is where I want to go
    You know it’s because…

    I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
    I sing songs around-the-clock
    Walking up-and-down along the streets
    Making up songs for all I meet

    The woman who loves me
    She don’t care
    Of my foibles she’s well aware
    Dressing mode is just one more thing
    Her loving man has got to sing

    I wear socks with my Birkenstocks
    I sing songs around-the-clock
    Walking up-and-down along the streets
    Making up songs for all I meet


    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 8/26/22