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Summoning Spring…

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
spring flowers
Every year about this time I pick these wildflowers in my garden (some call them weeds). It reminds me of my dear blogger friend Natalie
This is a tribute to her…
What is it about spring’s promises
that feels so sublime,
is it the fluttering
of birds
or the golden sunshine?

Is it that days
grow lighter
with each breath
or the burden of winter
being put to death? …

perhaps it’s
the wildflowers
that spring into view,
fragrant memories
being gently renewed…

dark days become echoes
quickly forgotten,
when frenzied bees,
gather a profusion
of pollen…

Perhaps it’s
amber sunlight
that wakes me
from sleep,
or budding foliage
too busy to speak…

Me-thinks it’s a whisper,
a graceful homage,
earth’s restoration of a timeless promise,
as butterflies usher in
brighter days,
and every corner
is imbued with praise…
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“No one knows what has been taken from you
when the silence of absence deepens.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
love letters
These are
the love letters
that help me breathe,
messengers on the wind
I gladly receive,
in the knowing
you are everywhere,
I inhale
with gratitude,
your constant care…
calling cards
from the skies,
tokens I
Though they crumble
in my hands,
I feel connected
to mystical lands…
sacred memories I hold so dear,
stored as timeless souvenirs…
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My confessions…

“The willingness to show up changes us, It makes us a little braver each time.”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

atomic bomb

There’s something about you that can bear
my confessions, while others only offer glib persuasions…
It’s an understanding that pain gathers
until it can no longer be held,
And I drop it like an atomic bomb…
it shatters the windows of my heart,
it blows the roof off
and I’m exposed,
but it also breaks me open into a new reality…
The reality that he’s woven into
the tattered fabric of my life,
like a light that can never go out…
and I will carry him with me as a bright aura for all my days…

So look at me and you will see his smile,
the memory of his laughter keeps my heart beating,
and his voice forever rings in the silence of my dreams…


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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
of light
reaching heaven…


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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
world traveller 1

I Light a candle in remembrance of you.
I never thought
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…



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



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An Ethereal touch…

I light a candle every Friday for my son…

candles on friday

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


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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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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…