“Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.”
― To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
As time beats down
it gets further and further away
from the last time
I saw your physical form
and that image
is imprinted on my being,
within my heart.
I hold onto it
like a treasured possession,
not wanting the walls of memory
to grow around it
or let it fade!
I wear it on my life as an emblem that you will always belong to me…..
finding little people in the forest
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”― Rumi
I was forced on lands where dreams die
barren fields and desolate skies
and all I did was just survive
afraid to hope on desecrated earth
I questioned life
I questioned birth.
My life became a cautionary tale
when hazardous winds
of fate prevailed.
Closed within instinctual dread
I lived my fears
laid down my head
too afraid even to breathe
into grief I was bequeathed.
With wounds too deep to contain
I wasted away on grim terrain
and prayed for deliverance
prayed for death
could mercy renew my inner strength?
On sterile floors where captives weep,
I prayed the Lord my soul to keep
In hallowed corridors
pain is real
and little by little
I began to heal…
My sorry form had lost its spark
and all I knew
was constantly dark
I crept into quiescent state
where deathly shadows accentuate.
But in the light of diminished faith
I know that grace
the joy of divergent dreams
where hope that’s lost
will be redeemed…
“We were sent into the world alive with beauty. As soon as we choose Beauty, unseen forces conspire to guide and encourage us towards unexpected forms of compassion, healing and creativity.”
I pray each day my heart expands,
that I am able to withstand
this graveyard of broken dreams.
Where eulogies of what it means…..
to come to terms with destiny,
and all that’s been given to me….
To feel the emotion of the Earth,
be reminded of invisible mirth,
where butterflies hold memories,
Created for a sacred promise,
guiding lights will bring me solace.
…..and in the eyes of endearing birds
I’ve begun to glimpse mystical worlds….
“Bloom where you’re planted!”
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
These delicate blossoms flourish in the shade,
tucked beneath shrubbery
far from the glades.
In secret rendezvous’ where butterflies dance,
flaxen clivias hold a fragile stance.
an evanescent glow,
a lambent kiss,
blink only once
and you might just miss…
their golden attire in the afternoons
in a fleeting glance
they are gone too soon….
assimilated visions that leave a trace,
those breathtaking moments
of infinite grace..
To those who have loved and lost keep holding on……
Sometimes I underestimate love
and it’s cost..
and streams of sorrow enter me…
Have I not been faithful to love and it’s biding?
Have I not immersed myself in its flow?
When the wonders of this Earth stand still
and I’m shattered again by loss,
I will look into the dark waters of my soul,
where grief erupts and my belief falters,
I will see in the mirror that is me
the truest meaning of my existence!
That to love is to risk everything,
to throw caution to the winds.
Sometimes even to sail on seas
of unrelenting sorrow,
and yet to hold tightly to the bow of belonging.
As tempests rock me back and forth,
through the veil of my beloved
I touch transcendent beings.
They bid me travel with love as my rudder
knowing full well
that love will transfigure me
and I will be kept afloat
by forces greater than myself.
And my Lord, my light will stand on the waters of my despair,
when the storm is too cruel for me to bear.
For he fashioned my soul for longing,
He fashioned my heart to be shaped by love,
so that I cannot exist without it.
For if I guard my heart against
the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,
the beat of my heart will grow
weary and I will shrink and diminish
and become unrecognisable.
For to love is to let go of everything,
to be sent by gale force winds to truer places
than I’ve ever known.
To risk the brutal pain of seperation.
My fleshy heart will find a way to still beat.
For it remains formed by eternal love,
and to that place it will always return.
For love never dies….
if you should find yourself complaining
go out into fields of happy flowers
and see how they follow the sun
see how their faces glow at midday
like sun worshipers
dancing in the gentle breeze
and let blessings fall
like blossoms all around you #
kneel on the soft ground and be thankful
for you are wonderfully made
He who has placed His favor on you
and gives you new mercies everyday…..
revolving in harmony with all things
“May all the Angels be your sheltering and joyful guardians.”― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
Heaven touched Earth with mystical light,
standing in the gap,
I beheld ethereal sights.
Between here and eternity,
God is glorified,
by transcendent beings
whose love is amplified!
encompassed by light,
golden orbs of worship
day and night!
Within mindfulness their comfort and their form,
and hold me through each storm.
In joy and sorrow,
they succor me when I weep
guardians of miracles,
guide me in my sleep…..