“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
―
Winter is befuddled when warm winds blow,
moving over,
to let flowers grow!
The drabness of the landscape,
under oblique sun.
Earth tilts forward and winter is undone!
Feelings oscillate, between highs and lows,
shedding dreariness,
we change our bulky clothes!
Don’t wait in the wings for another icy blast,
let out hearts applaud,
as spring tiptoes passed….
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“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
― The BFG
where have I been,
scraped on the tarmac of indecision,
cemented to errant thought,
of vacant mind,
in rootless imaginings,
unsettled ruminations,
of migratory thinking…
am I a just a vagabond with words?….
let me mediate with vocables,
contemplate locution,
shift from embedded understanding
and float into
the unknowing
of a whispered libretto
without sedentary pause
Google will be my guide…..
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“Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps”
― Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging
When you see an Earthling, rejected and alone,
touch the light within him,
and remind him of his home.
Divine light dwells,
in every living being,
heaven uncovered by life’s broken dreams.
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“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”― Rumi
She saw his face
shine
from the inside
colored with love
in beams of
unfailing
kindness.
He emitted
expressions
of deep devotion.
She was lost
in the fragrance
of wonderment
and affection
covered
her fear.
It was a radiance
that lit her world
and brought
her back
to herself
in a delicate constancy
of being.
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“If in every breath you strip naked just like winter, the joy of spring will grow from within.”
― Rumi
Staring at the blankness of winter’s abyss,
clouds intermingled
my heart was eclipsed.
Winds were muttering, rattling in the eaves
cajoling misery
to do as it please.
Murmuring in corners
swirling through form,
exposing burdens
devoid of warmth.
Acquiesced interludes of light peeped through,
restoring equilibrium,
scattering the blues.
In melancholy whispers
of a fragile heart,
gloomy acquaintances required a jump-start!
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gazing into the nature of things…
And … who would we be, and how would we feel, and how would we live life … if we choose to believe that “our” God ONLY allows each of us to die “right on time.
― Tom Zuba, Permission to Mourn: A New Way to Do Grief
At times as a griever I beat myself up over what I could have, should have done to save my son, but the words of Tom Zuba’s book “Permission to Mourn” brings me back to reality……..
Drifting through seas of anguish,
on unrelenting tides,
unable to catch my breath,
I let out a cry….
“Have mercy Lord,
mercy,
I can’t stand this pain!”
Shattered in a million pieces,
going insane!
Your words sprung out and rescued me
from dark pits of despair;
I stumbled into a knowing,
and whispered in silent prayer.
“Forgive yourself for failing;
failing
to see the signs,
for only God appoints
the hour,
the day,
and the time”
I heard you say there was nothing,
nothing I could do,
to prevent the death
of my son,
and all that he went through!
In an instant
I realized
that I should trust his soul
forever my teacher,
guiding me to be whole.
I miss his face,
I miss his laugh,
I miss his physical form,
on pitch dark nights
I stare out,
hoping to weather this storm.
I’ve seen a glow on the horizon,
evidence
that he still exists.
I’m surrounded by hosts of Angels,
bestowing
sacred gifts…..
©AllysoAlly2018
Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
This soul journey
continuously unveils
an abundance
of Irredesecent light
as particles of grace and joy
explode within me
in loving remembrance
a deep knowing
that illuminates my landscape.
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