Love is a Mighty Hunter

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“No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.”

 ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

I parade my scars like a mighty flag

Bearing stripes for all to see

Lapping love from every bowl

Knowing it is a true luxury

My mother was the first to wash my face

To provide sustenance

 yet my first greatest ache

for a child was not meant

to be motherless so early in the race

So like a tiger I became an early hunter

Searching for the warmest of hearts

Longing for something more

But I never had to venture far

For women are nurturers

From every valley to mountain top

And they will carry you to their den

If they see that you are lost

Love is a mighty force

That drives us to and fro

It keeps us ever searching

Further down the road

The memory of our greatest love

Is a gift we hold with might

Yet we freely give

You see women always nurture

Those in need for all the days they live.

Dedicated to every mother that found me along my searching path.

Virginia Van Horn

Dorothy Van Horn

Pam Thackeray

Ann Cornelius

Gloria Galindo

Joanne Moore

Carol Martin

and every other beautiful woman that mothered me along the way

 I want to say.

Thank you!

Explorers of Hope

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Your children are not your children.  They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.  ~Kahlil Gibran


We fly like sparks from the flickering flame
out toward greener pastures
our cells fueled by stardust
Halley's Comet racing across the sky
we leave our mark in due time
for every sparrow soon learns to fly
by leaping wings first
 from tree limb
or giving hands
humans are souls 
that search for 
meaning
marvel
and purpose
beyond the confines of home

explorers of hope

from one generation to another
grandfather to grandson
Earth to Moon
Moon to Mars
dreams expand
like wings in flight
we are dreamers indeed
our cells are fueled by stardust
and like all loving children
we will one day return
to what our souls call home
the glittering heavens

The Daring Exploration

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"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door."  ~ Emily Dickinson

It is a noble yet desperate search the exploration 

we launch in the names of fulfillment and happiness

an excavation into the deepest of passions 

like a worm hole in the sand.

burrowing to the distant shores of man

longing for a verse that defines us

and a dream that makes beautiful

the ugliness of regret's disdain

taking back the loss

and filling it with something more

for brother sister lover and friend

you and I and yesterday's elderly 

the dead poets and all children's hopes

each worthy of the call

the voice of humanity

it is an echo of longing's song

that rings out far beyond the grave.

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Life Is A Homage

"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to."

  ~John Ed Pearce

A Hunger That Fills Buckets

photo by Elena Kalis

 

The Mag #182

 

 

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross. ~Rumi

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost is the place my heart wanders

nowhere that has an uttered name

it's a choir that sings of loneliness

a hunger that fills buckets like rain

 

it's point of exact location

cannot be found

on any printed map

it's a grain of sand to an ocean

a skyscraper laying on its back

 

 it's penciled in directions

to a permanent destination

that does not yet exist

it's a doorbell to a deaf man

a voice that shall forever have no lips

 

the true logic of the

code and boundaries

is teardrops tied to a locked up gate

it's a room that has no walls

a fork that will never have a plate

 

a broken heart is a manic hunter

searching for candles inside the dark

 it's a cure that has no potion

a wound that will never leave a mark

 

for love is a mighty fortress

 that no human strength can truly lift

it's a present we can only open

if we are willing to give back the gift

 

the heart's logical mathematics

is a lesson no one can truly teach

it's a rainbow to a blind man

a sermon no evangelist can preach

 

no sense can be reasoned out

of the obscurities of the human heart

it's lucidity to an utter madman

it feeds diamonds to a shark

 

for the ways of love and loss

are like a river and cast off stones

they wander drifting like a forlorn sailor

until they finally find a home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Bigger Fish

Meal Beach, Burrs Island,Shetland by Robin Gosnall

The Mag #159


"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."  ~T.S. Eliot




Mankind is the hunter of new horizons, the seeker of something more
pushing to greater lands as does the waves unto the shore.
He moves on ever further as a hardy ship upon the sea
hoping for fulfillment yet longing to be set free.
Sometimes it is a journey beyond the outskirts of the furthest town
and others it is a sojourn inward to reach what's lost and make it found.
Like the surfer hunts the perfect wave and the fisherman a bigger fish
so does the human spirit search for something greater...a purpose within his fists.