Photo Credit: n. h. Bourne; C.2014
beauty is in the seed
dancing love stalks
delightfully laughing with transparency
Wishes for LIFE…dedicated to a faithful friend
Category Archives: Free Verse
Wind Talk
Banff region of Alberta, Canada
the fragility of who we are
hangs in the shadows of our feelings
as life urges us to hang on…
walking among the trees
the wind whistles serenity
and somewhere hope is in the mist–
the climb is steep…
all around are beings
who shout us down
even saying, “you don’t belong”
telling us to eliminate ourselves
telling us we are horrible and worse…
that we are nothing…
that we meant nothing…
that we are inferior to who they are…
that we don’t quite measure up…to their idea of perfection…
that we are not worthy of love…
that we are not worthy of life–
pain is intense as we chew the words flung at us–
then we need to go deep into the stillness inside
and listen to the LOVE from where we came
and be at home in that peace…
be still in the heart of GOD…
be still and know it is there that we are…
be still and know we are at home with GOD…
and listen…
to the Wind Talk
entry
“I was just going to stand up
and
decide what to do after that…”
“forgive me” moments
“Light Breaking in Jasper” October, 2013 Oil Painting by Jane H. Johann
forgive me
forgive me for doubting you
forgive me for doubting your WORD
Your WORD is YOU
Your WORD is true
It is the essence of all that you are
“In the Beginning was the WORD
and the WORD was with GOD
and the WORD was GOD”
You were being the Love of God to me
You were the LIGHT BEING
and I extinguished it
and now I regret it…
it is hard to recognize the truth
when countless times
the shadows took over
forgive me
and love me…
once again
when the rain sits still on the window sill
there is that time between…
when there is no seamless seam
when all is lost…no forever dream
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
there is that time of season
where there is no reason
every event appears like treason
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
it is within that stillness that we must go
travel deep into the snow
cleanse and breathe and give it one more show
there is that quiet time…with no fill
when all stands still…
when the rain sits still on the window sill…
… can’t reach the bottom rung
I have reached
outwards and in
I have reached
beyond my sin
I can’t gather
the strength to reach
the bottom rung
no use to preach
it all seems beyond
my futile grasp
it all seems too hard
how long will it last
sometimes
we have to fall apart
to come together
back to start
I do not know how
I feel I have nothing left
I feel so empty…
so bereft
writing out
my sadness
is all I can do
in my blindness
writing out
my heart
searching for you
avoiding the dart
writing out
my heart
searching for a
solid part
mystical you…a Christmas poem for Elaine
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
― Anaïs Nin
― Anaïs Nin
christmas 2007 (Photo credit: paparutzi)
you sit quietly with your tea
smiling in your thoughts
you sit quietly with your tea
gently…only you…holding the key
the deep in your eyes
carries you to a place beyond
the deep in your eyes
carries your inner song
playfully you smile
designing beauty within
playfully you smile
as your ideas spin
love permeates your being
as you dance and whirl
in a seamless dream
creating a lovely pearl
unravel me
Rayonnant north rose window of the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris עברית: חלון הרוזטה הדרומי של קתדרלת נוטרדאם דה פארי, בסגנון גותי קורן (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
snow covers the crevices
weeping into the imperfections of nature
healing the wounds of yesterday
reaching for promise
revitalizing the inner beauty
hoping for a new Spring
solitude
solitude~
being with oneself
not an easy journey
facing you
no distractions
only you…
only you in your winter thoughts
as the imaginings turn into Spring rosebuds
as you petal your words to the universe
the Artist
Artwork by unknown artist – St Margaret – WGA23519 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
the Artist~
intricate mind weaving
gentle river strength
meandering through the patterns of life
absorbing
pondering
branching out
noticing subtle distinctions
discovering nuances
delving into the solitude of mind
freshness buds forth
as imaginings take form
blessing us with
art
Footprints of Thoughts 
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