Thrice I have "died", twice to "return" Each time with less, like a wall missing mortar and brick The brace still there, though not as true The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run We have the sand … Continue reading The Mortar of Our Lives
Category: Heart
Time for a New Season
I never felt the wrong, when I could taste the right did not question any soul, same hue day or night, I never knew the fear, when I heard my friend, Only felt the rhythm of life, never wanting the end Chase me to silence, while you drum your sides Follow me in darkness, my … Continue reading Time for a New Season
My Cadillac Journey
What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics. I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age. Any respectful girl would try her best. I began my traveling life on December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check … Continue reading My Cadillac Journey
That Sneaky Voice of Confidence
Did you hear that little squeaky voice today? Just behind you and a bit lower than your shoulders? You know? The sly sneaky one that says "If I had only done this or that, I would be somebody?" That voice, the confidence vampire exists for many of us. Most of us might have wanted a … Continue reading That Sneaky Voice of Confidence
Sing Your Journey
The mind so heavy with thoughts one's eyes cannot look up, the heart so burdened with worries it sinks like stone. But the soul, ah that soul, will be freed from heart and mind and flesh, think all that is life, love all that is right, leaving the heart and mind under. See my sunrise … Continue reading Sing Your Journey
I Sit Alone, Listening
I sit alone after dawn and hear the bursting surrounding me. My eyes are closed, my soul has no barrier. There, a dove, cooing for her partnered one, Nearer, the wasp rasps and tests for the new home, Farther, ole sol, forcing renewed life on earth to grow, first green then in colors, Tulips, pears, … Continue reading I Sit Alone, Listening
A Dancer for the State
Opposite the large oak desk laden with many chips of its stained wood, and opposed to the fat old man with an unkempt sometimes white beard, sat a wisp of an older lady. To his eye, she was quite petite. So he was shocked at the power in her voice when she eventually spoke. He, … Continue reading A Dancer for the State
Treading My Path
Each a beginning, a discovery, a first for us. Each thought of ourselves as special and different. Me, full of anger, lashing out at the world of hunger and nothingness, to face an enemy that knew nothing of me, and felt not the first of my mighty blows. You, with your own faceplants and embarrassments. … Continue reading Treading My Path
Soul Direction
And, the stillness of the night, gives way slyly to the red hues of the birthing sun. Silence is pregnant and full now, goose bumps flow on my arms and engorge me during this change. I wonder, if the soul is not like a bubble lying deep in the ocean. Rising maddeningly, striving for freedom, … Continue reading Soul Direction
When Two Become One
The Soul, so 'oft times in pain, Has few choices, to be with God again.Once before birth, and after one dies, And during life, which is filled with cries. Cries of love, and being as one, During the passion of love, only then can Two become one. A blessed bird of flight, the pure … Continue reading When Two Become One
