Posted in 2019, National Poety Month

National Poetry Month~Everyone and Everything vcl©️

There are moments
When everyone is not enough
And everything breaks our hearts

Those moments crash into us
No warning, we stumble Into the abyss
Perhaps we weren’t watching, just singing silly songs.

Grief pours from us
We stumble around blindly, carefully
Not touching anything

For although everyone reaches out
They cannot replace the one
That we know was everything.

Posted in 2019, National Poety Month

National Poetry Month ©️vcl Eternity

Measured against eternity
How quickly does time fly?
And where is the end of It?

In the blink of an eye
My measurement has changed
The tape is skewed, my eyes blind

I am lost in the spring sunshine
Waiting for things that are no longer there
As I search for clarity in the light

I speak to the trees, the birds, the river
i speak to myself, and to those I love
Eternity feels like a long, long time.

(This pic was taken in Las Vegas.  The exhibit is Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirrored Room) it was a soulful experience.

Posted in 2019, National Poety Month

National poetry month ©️vcl #2. Love

(An ode to my sister Joyce. Gone but not forgotten. April was her birthday month)

Remember daisy chains?
We wove them nimbly

In fragile wreaths
Hung about our necks

Wilted in the summer sun
Dancing with us in the meadows

To be cast to ocean breezes
Tuned in to each other’s breath

Pledging to never forget us
As they floated forever away.

 

Posted in 2019

How not to be desperate ©️vcl

I communed with God

I heard him knock

Be a light, he said

Carry the torch

Listen to the light

Of their voices

Dispel despair

As others crawl

through the darkness

Disperse the fog

Illuminate

The black

Strike the match

So that they may hear

If they cannot see

The light

Tell them

Do not be desperate

Hope burns bright.

 

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#GodThoughts (Beyond Words)

Posted in 2019

Murdered words ©️vcl

Sometimes I cry

deep down

terrified

the rain of tears

fail to hide

lost dreams

murdered

with words unsaid

I hit the wall

for the fight for holiness

is real

deep, down, dead

my heart reels

I wait for the blessing

He knows my shame

and rains down

grace instead.

 

Art (Parshat Naso) Yolanda Raanan                                      The Priestly Blessing