Monday, August 27, 2018

Soul Song





Linking with The Sunday Muse for The Muse # 18
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Neither height nor depth can measure the possibilities of the human soul.
 ~James Lendall Basford


I am feathered in grief love and longing and I am caged in skin and bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.

Life must be perched closely but it cannot be held too tight.
It is a ballad that must not be silent and bird that has to fly.

Birds are kindred spirits never meant to perch right here for long.
As we are called to something bigger, we have a greater song.

This song rises within us like a sparrow unto its nest
Stirring like falling feathers from what once was to what is next.

The soul is a mighty presence that can ride the wind like birds in flight.
It is bigger than scientific theories, yet smaller than our sight.

It is a guest in a God made palace that someday will crumble down.
In a journey full of lessons of being lost and then being found.

For I am feathered in grief love and longing and caged in skin and bone
I hold the knowledge of something greater beckoning me onward
and calling me home.




For Lauren










Tuesday, August 21, 2018

The Inertia of the Heart

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For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
~Rosemonde Gerard


Love is a force that keeps on moving long after the great fall’s end.
Breaking passed safety into danger’s call disregarding life and limb.

It flies head first through broken glass; it leaps blindly into seas and lakes.
Love runs into burning buildings and never stops until all souls are safe.

Love ventures out to the farthest redwood branch never looking down in fear.
It has a mighty focus to reach out boldly to all that it holds dear.

It crawls swiftly inside the lion’s den.  It keeps swimming alongside sharks,
and like the trail of skidding tires on pavement, it always leaves its mark.

For love is a force that keeps on moving long after the sudden crash.
Reaching beyond this world we know into Heaven’s mighty grasp.


Note:

They say you cannot take it with you; all the fortunes we acquire in this world, and I am certain that is true, but there is another thing I am sure of; LOVE can.  Love is the one thing that we not only take with us when we pass, but it is also, the one thing, we truly leave behind within the hearts of those we hold dear.  Love surely is a mighty force that even the hands of war and hate cannot destroy nor stop. 



Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Regret Is a Two Lane Road

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Life is an adventure in forgiveness. ~Norman Cousins



All the places I have been do not whisper in my ear like a shy child
It is the places I have never been but should have gone
That tap me on the shoulder in the middle of the night
Demanding my undivided attention
Regrets are like that
Cousins of a certain loss
Yet strangers
Divided like the lines on a road
Branches of the same tree that head in different directions
One is the grief of mistakes made
The other the loss of opportunities that no longer are ahead
That we should have grasped whole heartedly when we could
For the regret of our mistakes is a sorrow that can be forgiven
Sooner than a country mile
But forgiving ourselves for words unspoken or visits to loved ones never taken
Is a heartache that holds a certain agony
That can be a life long journey to let go.


Note:

My maternal grandmother had agoraphobia, and the only time she left her home was to vote.  As a child I never really realized the abnormality in it.  She just never went with us, and we would bring back dinner for her sometimes, even though she thought that you had to be careful about restaurants cause the food could be tampered with.   As years passed, and I had a home.  I settled into a routine of my own, and though I had gone on several trips out of state as a younger adult and into my 30’s I found myself having a certain anxiety with trips that went very far out of town.  I decided that I had agoraphobia on a grander scale.  I could leave my home, leave my town, but the minute I am heading on a long trip far away, I am in a mental episode of anxiety.  I think I have shared this before on earlier posts, but I felt this important to share again because it has caused me much regret when it comes to who I have visited and where I have gone. It seems I have really held myself back and stifled my own chances of seeing great things, or visiting those I hold dear.  The saddest part is, there are several people that I have lost the opportunity to see again, and I only have my own fear to blame.  This is a hard road to take when you carry that kind of guilt.  I can only say, I am working on it.  May your roads ahead be full of opportunities taken.  That is my wish for us all!



Saturday, August 11, 2018

The Uncertainty of Rain

The Angelous by Jean-Francois Millet


~This painting hung on the wall of my grandparent's living room all the years of my childhood.  It has always been my favorite painting in it's powerful and beautiful simplicity.~

The uncertainty of rain keeps us strong
holding on to hope with a tiller in the field
but with hard work and prayer you can't go wrong
knowing something greater is our strength and shield
the humility of needing and knowing grace
is a strength that feeds more than one
for hope is a cousin of tried and true faith
and when two kneel together it shall be done.



Monday, August 6, 2018

Miracles

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform, and The Sunday Muse  for muse # 15



"The miracle is this: the more we share the more we have."  ~ Leonard Nimoy



I waited so long for you not knowing how you would arrive
Expecting something loud and striking
A grand entrance like a meteor shower on the countryside
Thunderbolts and lightening something mighty something bold
for my heart was tattered like worn clothing
And my soul chapped like lips in winter’s cold
while it felt like I had journeyed through the Sahara
Sunburned and thirsty for some kind of peace
Drunk on uncertainty’s ambiguous nectar
Bumping into chaos through crowded streets
By the time you had found me
I was unaware you had strategically arrived
That is when I learned
You had been there all around me the whole time.