Saturday, January 1, 2011
Can’t you see me? Can you see me~ I’m so lonely, so lost?
This better not rhyme because I’ve already paid a high cost
To love, to hate~
To all the things that make me ache
Don’t you have control? You have control~ of my love, my heart.
What was I thinking to give you that from the very start?
To goad me or guide me~
To hesitate dismissing your plea
Please change me, rearrange me, into whatever makes you want to stay.
Won’t you stay? You won’t stay because inside I’ve already told you, ‘no.’
Already, ready for your sigh; your last goodbye~
But please don’t go.
Friday, December 31, 2010
What is it that I have taken in over the years I’ve lived?
Dreams allowed access to my heart as truth~ so young and not so smart yet.
At my age can I now be considered wise?
No, but I consider myself happy.
Do I release my dreams into the night air, like a breath of stars, into the sky?
It can be a single exhale~ I’ve no need to hold back.
Send them to safety and commit them to occur as they will or will not.
So many dreams prompt me to exhale more than once.
Is it better to give than to receive, believing the gifting is the greater blessing?
It is our dreams that move us~ we join in this universe of breath.
A breath of stars sent from each person to the sky.
To fall upon us later when we are ready and find our happiness from within.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
On Christmas evening we left a family gathering heading home. The closer we got home the more flakes fell; slowly getting bigger and bigger; coming down faster and faster. The excitement was electrifying as we pulled onto our street. What some often call, “the Christmas smell” was in the air.
My hometown meteorologist said it was the first Christmas snow, here, in two hundred years. I’m not sure about his stats, but it was the most beautiful I can recall since the 1960’s.
I stood out in the driveway snapping photos, while far off two churches were sounding evening chimes. I found myself praying that we have a small bit of snow to appease the children, and yet, not be burdensome on the homeless. I’ve come to believe that only God knows why things are or come to be as they are.
The next day the wind was blustery; snow swirled from branches overhead to the ground. You’d have thought it was snowing again. We didn’t get that much snow but the sense of quiet and peace it brought was joyfully received. Since then I feel so much more alive!
Wishing each of you a very Happy New Year~
Thank you for reading,