Begging for seconds
Of minutes lost
Without a memory
But balanced cost-
And in the battle
Lose the war
To remember hope
Or what was before-
11:11
Has always been
When I say hello
And feel again-
Just that moment
Where peace is mine
Where I can sigh relief
One last time.
To the song bird who sings
Not for perfection or mutterings…
Spreading love and so much more
Life, if noticed, is adored-
A Presence so pure in devotion
Left for my heart and ear consumption…
Thank you for teaching beyond your wings
The appreciation for simpler things-
For without reminders during strife
More of us would lose in life…
So I look as you lead the way
And carry the words I do pray-
Please play your song for me,
For in it I am truly free.
Small Blessings
Sometimes beautiful nights come after a really bad day – and such is life.
I understand that without the bad days – I would appreciate good days less.
But… the string of bad days has beat out the good ones too often lately.
And yet…
I know my blessings exceed my trials.
I do!
But the trials keep increasing – and its drowning out the logical part of my brain.
But still I take the time to appreciate beauty from the divine, and I think…
Thank God I got to see one more night.
No wonder the moon is so bright.
May tomorrow have the light of this night tonight.
Talk me up
Give me life
Dull the blade
Mend the strife..
Heal the burn
Calm the rage
Be the water-
And clench the blaze…
Be a rock
Not the thorn
Be the calm-
Inside the storm…
Feel the love
Block the hate
Be a partner-
It’s not too late!
Joy
I sit on the roof
The bustle is below
Searching for answers
Within what I know
I remember the butterflies
And birds in the trees
I see the world
And the world sees me
A re-acquaintance
Life and me enjoy-
But finding purpose
Is like a gnat to annoy.
So then I listen
Beyond the noise around
And suddenly a voice
In the distance is found.
Calm sets in
Like a breeze setting free-
And a tingling of hope
Lightens the heart within me.
Life can be so hard
When you only live in the noise…
Be within the break
And attach to the joy.
Moonlight
For not the stars
But the moon
Guide my steps
And thoughts home.
Morning Moment
I lay here
The only one awake…
I sense peace
See shadows
Feel comfort.
The silence is healing
And my benefit…
Just by taking this moment
To notice it’s here.
Treasure in Skies
Richness is moments
Various times and place
To just experience His glory
And repeated saving grace.
Releasing control
Or tracking fate
Simply being
Missing the wait.
Oh the glories
When you open your eyes
No burden to bury
The treasure in skies.
The Artist
Outside lives an artist
Of work I admire
Stopping tracks
Beauty inspired…
If time to take
From daily wares
Hope is watching
Someone cares…
Each day is available
To learn beyond you
Appreciate the gift
Consumed by too few…
Yes there is darkness
After brilliant colors speak
Listen to the lessons
Strengthening the weak…
Oh and when you stand
With neck stretched toward the sky…
You’ll know more reason
When before only asking Why.
Beginning to End
There was a heartbeat
Guiding steps along linen walls
Almost a guide
And a fault to the end.
Whispers loud
Machines comforted chaos
To the grasp of life
And perseverance of death.
Until peace became music
Misery’s parade done and over
For one then
But never for all.
And then the years
Like all other families before
When time was a friend
Until it was no more.
So to wait
And regret the minutes later
Because learning never from before
Suffocates breath back of possibilities.
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