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Displays of light…

from heaven to earth

You do your best to survive
the brutality,
but you never forget…

your brave face pressed against the darkness…

though the pain subsides,
you wait
in pools of unwanted thought…

And grief erupts unexpectedly…

You speak to them often,
in whispers,
you ask their advice
you say their name out loud
and hope that someone
will recognize them
on cloudy days
or when dragonflies visit…

There is a deep longing
to see their radiance
to know where they are
to ride to them
on clouds of dreams
across the veil…

The ache lies
in the pit of remembrance
in waking hours
beyond separation…

You would die if it was easier
to find their face
carved out
in glowing spectres…

But at that very moment
of faith,
the space between
thought and inhalation,
the veil thins
just a fraction
and you glimpse
displays
of light
reaching heaven…

©AllysoAlly2020

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I’ve seen the unseen…

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
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I Light a candle in remembrance of you.
I never thought
I’d
make it through,
but your magnificence is the air I breathe,
a tangible presence
of faith believed…

I’ve seen the signs,
held your hand,
scattered my dreams on desolate lands.
The breath of God sustains my being,
in movements of grace,
I’ve seen the unseen…

©AllysoAlly2019

 

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Bent in worship…

On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

bent in worship

bent from their
burdens,
shouldering their pain,
archipelagos of grief
joined in
refrain…
their tears were
as raindrops
of the crystalline kind…
heavy with sorrow
their hearts
were enshrined,
in the embers
of remembrance
scattered
on the winds,
in iridescent worship,
their light
never dimmed…

©AllysoAlly2019

 

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An Ethereal touch…

I light a candle every Friday for my son…

candles on friday

I’m tenderly
washed
in incandescent tears,
speaking of you,
knowing you
are near…
I close my eyes
and imagine,
as your light overflows
in gentle
whispers,
of a never-ending glow…
I feel you
around me
like an
ethereal touch,
your diaphanous
colors
are
my sanguine blush…

©AllysoAlly2019

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And now…

“And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

full force

and now he is pure light
and he remembers
the love
that fills all the spaces
in his heart
and he feels it
all around him
he breathes it in…

And now he knows the joy that needs no form to dance…


	
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Relapsed…

It’s the month of my son’s birthday
and I’ve been feeling the full throttle of grief,
but I know it’s just a season
and like any other, I must drench myself in its voice…

This is him on the great wall of China…

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it’s the month
when my breath catches
in the wind
and only birdsong is beneficial to my recovery…

when grasses
smother the fields
with ghostly impressions
of unfulfilled dandelion wishes…
my heart lies heavy
in the mornings
and to get up
means to face
another day without your presence…

leaves crackle on the ground outside
reminding me that you
were once there
in the sunlight…

I’ve relapsed into the dark pit of despair
and I must scratch myself out…

butterflies dance across my vision
in pale yellow tones,
inviting me
to escape into the deeper
meaning of eternity…
and I go with them
just to escape the folly of overthinking…

I surrender to the overload of sadness
and let it swallow me
in this season
of remembering…

I know full well
that it will come to pass
and the tide
of unrelenting sorrow
will turn,
and your memory
will again be pasted
into the silence
of knowing…

and your whispered breath will
bring me back once again
to myself…

©AllysoAlly2019

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National Women’s day…

Lest we forget…

womans day

The holiday commemorates the national march of women on this day in 1956 to petition against legislation that required African persons to carry the ‘pass’. The ‘pass’ was an identification document which restricted a black South African’s freedom of movement under apartheid.

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Reminders written in chalk…

white cliffs

On distant shores
where the turquoise sea
beats the land
into submission
and chalk cliffs crumble 
unafraid…
I’m transported to the
remembrance of
summer,
written in chalk
on my heart of longing,
as I go back in time…
to vistas where my ancestors stood and surveyed the breath
of a green and pleasant land,
promises of yesteryear
carved out by skeletal remains…
I yearn
to beat
a path back to them…

©Ally2019