In the Stars
When I was but a girl
I lay in my bed
and behind closed eyes
travelled to the stars,
floating in the calm
dark of the night,
feeling no fear,
feeling the deepest peace.
Now an old lady,
I search for those dreams of childhood,
the stars are further away
behind these closed eyes,
but patiently I wait,
knowing
the little girl
is as close as the dream
o...
Saturday 29th June 2024 8:24 am
Infinitely Well
God made all this for us,
we give thanks.
We made all this for each other,
we give thanks.
Birds cawking,
helicopters flying,
both searching with their eyes--
au secours, au secours,
survival, help,
search for food,
search for well-being.
Nature and man-made sing the same song--
"All is well, all is well, all is infinitely well."
Tuesday 25th June 2024 2:17 pm
Tasks of the Day
Don't think of it as work
Think of it as play
Like a child's eyes wide with curiousity
Everything dances
In a day of play
Thursday 20th June 2024 5:09 pm
This Morning
You like cinnamon in your coffee,
sometimes I forget to add it
to the piles of fresh grounds
in the coffee maker,
but this morning
my mind was clear
and the sweet smell of cinnamon filled my senses
as I puttered in the early light
of the quiet kitchen.
Cinnamon in coffee is like
icing on cake,
gravy on potatoes,
whipped cream on an ice cream shake--
not esse...
Sunday 16th June 2024 2:10 pm
For the Laughter
Oh Life!
Sometimes you arrive at my door
as slow as a snail inching across the path,
other times you blow the door open
like a windy gust on an autumn's day.
The placid days of slow,
the wild days of rush,
all are equally valuable
on this meandering, uncharted road of existence.
Oh Life!
Sometimes I push you away like a heavy burden,
other times I wrap myself in yo...
Wednesday 12th June 2024 2:04 pm
Tiny Blade of Grass
I'm exhausted down to my bones.
No amount of sleep can restore
this.
When a soul becomes so heavy
it just tumbles down
back into the earth,
is this death,
or something like it?
Does resurrection follow?
I think so.
Like the changing seasons,
renewal arrives,
like a tiny blade of grass,
hope grows.
Sunday 9th June 2024 1:07 pm
I'm a Believer
"If everyone in the collective consciousness
stopped judging and transmuted hate to love, the wars would stop," she said.
My, what a bold statement, I thought.
Could it happen?
History says no.
But I want to believe it anyways.
Why not?
It couldn't hurt.
And so I will.
Believe,
in the dream.
Sunday 2nd June 2024 1:29 pm
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