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, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Have faith, and keep pressing on ©️vcl

When words get stuck

and I have no lips

to You I’ll come

I’ll tell You

that something is missing

In me

You’ll tell me

That even if I shut the door

on your foot

I am to remember

that when I take you for granted

You will still be there

standing

patient

but in silence

a waiting that stretches

into eternity

empty

Until I remember

The tomb.

 

#GodThoughts (Beyond Words)

art:by Guillermo Wright

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.

 

Art:Pinterest

#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

 

Posted in 2019

We all stand beneath the same sky. vcl©

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really…How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

Paul Bowles~ The Sheltering Sky

Almost through another week. The snow falls. We struggle to find our smiles as we slide along slippery streets, bundled against the frigid northern breezes. It is dark and restless now. I stare into the dark night sky. No stars, just a cloud blanket shaken by an unseen hand, showering snowflakes. A lone figure stalks along with his dog. I never envy anyone walking a pet in cold weather. It looks like all duty. None of the joy of a summer dawdle.

When we were a family, we trained our dog, AJ to take his own walk…along the path to his spot, around the curve and back again, always returning with that same satisfied grin.  365 days x 6 years. He was always joyous to reach home. A simple bark and the door opened and he bounced right in.

How often I have stood watching the night sky. Sleep is often elusive. I am comforted that I am not alone. I have a simple faith. God is there. Walking with me.  365 days X 65 years and counting.  ❤️ I’m not in any hurry to move on yet, but I’m sure about where I want to go. I’ll be happy to reach home.

We all stand

beneath the same sky

and sigh

for things that are

unrevealed, denied

clouded in mystery   

shrouded through history

until that great day

when all will

weep for we

have been set free

from our collective misery   

For we all stand

beneath the same sky.

 

Posted in 2019

The praises. vcl ©️

My days seem to speed by. I guiltily carve out some writing time this evening.  Actually it’s all been a bit wispy snowy and foggy lately.  As the denseness evaporates, the trees have acquired a white frosty attire that makes me think that Christmas is just around the corner again…lol.   I am a busy property manager, and found myself out and about with my husband Ken, (my maintenance manager) earlier than usual, surveying my “Kingdom” as I jokingly tell my staff. Snow blankets everything.
It actually wasn’t that cold. Walking along, hearing the crunch of my boots in the morning air was a comforting sound. I was reminded of the words of Maya Angelou, “Still, like air I rise”, as we strolled along catching a glimpse of our site bunny sitting as still as a statue against the fence begging us to ignore him.  We eyed him back, looking to see if there is any change in the colour of his fur which indicates the soon arrival of spring. You don’t need a groundhog when you have a site bunny. 😁.       How quickly that would bring a smile to Ken’s face as he “strongly dislikes” snow and cold. Perhaps soon he will be rewarded. The new month of February is coming…Praise God.  The groundhog awaits !😬 Here is an Elfjie ❤️ Shaped like a tree. Go well today friends. It’s all about the praises. 

Trees

dressed finely

Celebrate their Creator

Every day they whisper

Praises

Vcl©️