Tag: Love
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.
National Poetry Month ©️vcl. Chaos
Chaos sits
Teetering
On the edge
Of every
New day.
Chaos refuses
To ask
Permission
To join
The conversation
Just preys.
Chaos offers
Nothing
Unravelling
Life in
Unexpected
Ways.
Chaos never
Leaves
Of its
Own accord
We chase
Butterflies away.
Art: Containing Chaos. (Michael Lang)
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.
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.
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.
Art:Pinterest
#GodThoughts (Beyond Words)
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
Inhale ethos ©️vcl
Today I am mindful of memories. of warmer climes, warm breezes cold lemonade and daisies.
I feel regret for things that no longer are
Or will be exactly so again.
As I focus on the memories, I press them to my heart
Crushing the sweet fragrance of their blooms and inhale
Ethos.
Are you burdens light? ©️vcl
True story: While grocery shopping the clerks always asked if they could help me carry my groceries. When I was younger I felt quite offended. In fact one time I responded with a terse “I’ll let you know when I need help” as I picked up my 40 bags and struggled to the car. By the time I dragged them home I had broken out into a cold sweat. My husband offered to help, but I waved him away intent on proving that things were lighter than they looked.
Sometimes we are unwilling to let someone help make our burdens “light”. We would rather struggle along self righteously or indignantly wearing ourselves out, perhaps not wanting to be seen as weak… ignoring the help that is offered. How silly it seems now.
Curiosity~ vcl
My little brother
Drowned the cat
In my mother’s wash bucket
That’s a fact.
A kitten actually,
To see, he later said
If it would go to heaven
With God -then it wouldn’t be
Really dead.
Mother breathed
Into its nostrils
A panicked breath of life
That sudsy cat came back.
Scratching and biting
Hissing and snarling
We all agreed
That in his fright,
He had not
Seen God, or
What he had seen
Did not convince him to stay
Much to our delight.
Our kitty looked like this 🤗
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