Posted in 2020

Wind Whispers. ©️vcl2020

The wind whispers to me
Someday, soon it will be spring    We will celebrate the colour green
And the rains, oh yes the rains

I promise. The geese will return
The squirrels will unpack from the pines
The sun will rise again with a sultry wave
And the brook will sing, oh yes the brooks

Fret not at the severity of these days
For they were invited to lull the world to rest
Burrowed deep, I know you love spring best
And in slow breaths please wait, oh yes please wait.

These are the words the wind whispers to me.🙏

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

O Shining. Vcl©️

I am wrapping myself up

In the ends of the year

Quietly, with slow movements

The kind that shapes

The way we think

Letting go so gently

For all has been spoken

I walk the galleries

The galaxies of memories

Where poet’s words come from

 

Quietly, my old year, that shrivelled old senior

Falls asleep amidst the fireworks

That riotously run their course

Among the shooting stars

O shining.

 

 

*Burst of celestial fireworks NASA

Posted in 2019

Twixmas-The Time Between. Vcl©️

I’ve been quietly basking

Quietly basking in the spirit

In the spirit of Twixmas peace


You know of what I speak

I speak of that deep silence

That deep silence that awaits


A glimpse of final sunrises and sunsets

The sunsets that hold all the secrets

All the secrets of the year to come

 

I long to clutch these year end days

Year end days that have no words

No words yet except to wait

 

Is that a promise?

A promise that can be kept?

Be kept snuggled to my heart?

 

I’ve been quietly basking.

Posted in 2019

The Time Passage. vcl©️

It’s been awhile….

The Time Passage

I live in a time of quiet places

I reach for words

Look for moments

In which your words do penance

Or disappear into the deep

Silent abyss of memories

The ghost of loss reaches out

Wiping silver tears from my eyes

Wrapping me in an invisible cloak

My urgent questions slip away

Down, deep down, spiraling

Into the time passage.

Image: Roger Groom

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Just a Touch

Hope after Suicide

From long ago, her story is both gripping and miraculous. Is she a mom? It’s not known but in my imagination, I assume she is. As her story spills out from the pages of an ancient book we see her desperation in a life filled with stain, pain, and shame. In spite of hardships her faith never wavered. Although her life may not mirror mine or yours, her story reminds me to keep living in faith while my journey of grief continues.

Her story paints a picture of a woman without an identity, but I will give her one and call her Isabella. She built a life with her husband (I’ll call him Samuel) and their three beautiful sons who she was forced to watch grow up from afar. Why afar? Because her bleeding never stopped after the birth of her third child. Strangely, her womb failed to heal completely…

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Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday), God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Join Us. vcl ©️

Why am I telling you this O Holy One?

We drag our feet towards eternity

Where We understand We will be free

 

We cannot hide who makes us happy

How divine is forgiving?  We fear rejection

We suffocate in our imperfections

 

We beg to be released from the tortuous weight

Of our own burnt guilt

We mourn our fate

 

But sadness, well…..that lies in state

Disguised as freezing tenderness We wait

But the autumnal leaves fall so We celebrate

 

In a world gone mad…We pause…yes hold the hate

We take the time to make thanksgiving great

As We bow our heads and say a prayer

 

For We hope that you will join us here

We’ve grown accustomed to this place

Forgive us Father….We trust heaven can wait.