Saturday, August 13, 2016

Heart



The heart holds close to soul's eternal play,
and weaves with love the sources of our Self,
knows that all is part of something greater;
calls for pure connection, leads the way.

There is within relationship that worthy goal,

of drawing in and knitting tight together,
those people who were born to understand;
so do we keep in touch, though tenuous hold.
 
The field does spread beyond the body mortal,
embraces all who come within its path,
completes, ensures that two become as one;
keeps open heaven's doors, reveals the portal.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Real love


 

Real love runs deep,

Digs its own course;

Fills hidden aquifers.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Religion


What comforts in this vale of tears,

Are dreams of what might be,

And so religion gains in lure,

When life denies our dreams.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Age


Softened, gnarled, rubbed
loose by years, wrinkled,
worn, revealed; laid bare
in truth once hidden, so
does age make real.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Crack of time

257


Crack of time did open,
slick the memories,
lock the day in sadness;
succumb to what has been.

In the thrum of grieving,
hope did irk the pain,
shine a spark immortal;
luck would come again.

Crumble did the moments,
lock in space and time,
optimism was my chum;
friend which did remind.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/07/17/wordle-257/

 

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Softly

Softly came the knowing,
understanding reigned,
holding on to reason,
truths were full proclaimed.

All that had been hidden,
now revealed at last,
scattered through the days;
remnants of my past.

Knitted into costume,
finding place to be,
healing like a second skin;
the scars which made me.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Bird of love

257

Laugh lightly at the end of days,
weep deeply in its warmth,
spice of wit dilutes the shock;
the bird of love released.

Memories hold fast, in place,
sure twinkle in our dreams,
to  grow a quilt of trust;
and soothe the hours of grief.

Let love lift up its voice in song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.

The wren of hope sings quietly,
in words we may not hear,
but sing it does, eternally;
reminds us not to fear.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/07/09/wordle-256/