Two Poems

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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 51

I decided to be different and write two different poems for the photo.  I would love to hear from you which one is your favorite and why?
 Have a great weekend everyone!

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.
 ~G.K. Chesterton

Looking Deeper Within,

Sometimes great cathedral windows seem like eyes

That when you look into them, it is like peering into the soul of humanity

So much history

So many prayers within those walls

The architecture of our great grandfathers

Standing the test of time

Magnificent and still full of humility

Yet, in its solidarity, there is still so much division

It makes me sad looking in

However, when I step into its foyer

It makes me look deeper within

The halls of myself

and my hope is again renewed.

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The Blue of Longing,

My heart has been here before in dreams

Outside the stained glass window looking in

The wind is high with longing

and my hair is lose like a harlot

Flying all over the place

I long to enter the cathedral

To be a part of the congregation

To sing as sweet as birds do

but I wake up with a tickle in my throat

Like swallowing a fallen feather

With amazing grace upon my lips

and a thicket of questions upon my breath

I am certain If longing were a color,

 it would be a deeper blue

A stained glass menagerie

My heart seems to know too well

but it is hope that keeps me searching

For answers within that blue abyss

It is hope that shall walk me down the inner aisle.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

Lonely Is a Velvet Chair

In the old house I grew up in, there was an antique velvet chair that sat in the corner of the living room draped with a sheet. It was never used as far as I could tell.  Mother said it was too fine a chair to be dirtied up by our sweaty little bodies. So there it stood ,while I sat on the floor to watch television.

Years later after she passed away, the chair ended up in my grandparent's garage once again draped with a sheet. I came across it searching for old photos of my family. I had spent many nights there at my grandparent's and other friend's houses throughout that difficult time.

Looking back now, I realize it was simply my Dad's way of protecting me from the emptiness that so filled our home. I suppose he did not understand that loneliness is not merely solidarity, for I learned then, that it is also magnified by being kept apart from where you are meant to be.

What a Seagull Never Told You

What a seagull never told you about why he flies away is the farther up you fly the broader the view you get of the shore you left behind.

What a wild horse never told you is some chained up fences can be jumped.

What a river never told you is getting off the flowing path may mean your whole world may pass you right by.

What a pine tree never told you is those that stand together never fall alone.

What a valley never told you is that sometimes the safest place to wait out the storm is right where you are.

What a sunset never told you is if you leave today behind does not mean you cannot come back and start all over again tomorrow.

What a pigeon never told you is sometimes the thrown crumbs don't come right to us we must go to them.

What a sparrow never told you is the leaver sometimes loses the nest.

What a goldfish never told you is maybe the bowl you are swimming in is just where you were meant to be.