Run to me, on the wings of spirit, riding the gentle breeze…
May you find joy in your sorrow and always hold hope. This poem talks of sadness and loneliness but also strength and hope….
This poem is about the relationship between mother and child or perhaps the feelings.
A poem that speaks of trust. Release me and watch me soar,
Oh, how I long for those wordsspoken in the sun cast meadowwhere the tall grasses blewand the butterflies flew Where I knelt and weptand you lifted my chinsaying ‘Rise, my child, and see.’then stood and talked with me How I wish I could recallthe words you gave to meas you wiped my tearsand laid wasteContinue reading “How I Long”
Find me in the stillnesswhere dark gives way to lightand the sun gives way to the moon Find me there in the quietwhere the whispers layand the Spirit comes to croon Find me in the meadowwhere the tall grass swaysand the birds sweetly sing Find me in the seasonswhere fall gives way to winterand winterContinue reading “Find Me”
Today I am tired,but for you I will write;of eternal grace,and the power of sight. A sight from within,not from the eyes;a vision of spirit,unveiling the disguised. Of humility and kindnessneeded for all;of love for everyone,both big and small. Of the Spirit who walks,along at my side;reminding not to be boastful,or filled with unflattering pride.Continue reading “Today I am Tired”
The burning flame disappears,slowly as if lingering,wanting one last embrace;leaving embers of colours behindas it fades from view,surrendering finallyin a continual dancewith its counterpart. Sparkling, like diamondsthat yearn to shinein all their glory;they appear gradually,until all have been revealed,lighting the way,gathering hopes and wishes,guiding the lost traveller. As old as the ages,dependable and securethey circleContinue reading “The Unfolding”
It’s peaceful on the hillsitting in the shade of a treeas a gentle breeze blows,air cooling warm skin. It’s peaceful overlookingall who were,all who live on still,watching visitors come in. It’s peaceful on the hilllooking at trees of green,clouds of whiteand birds that fly by day. It peaceful on the benchwhere I sit in silentContinue reading “Peaceful On The Hill”
In my sorrowI feel losstears cascade down my cheeksyet I have known joy My sadness, a signthat I have lovedand have been lovedand lost In my sorrowI feel emptybut also I feel hopethat love will turn the tide My longing, a signthat I have not quita simple beliefthat things can still change In my sorrow,Continue reading “In My Sorrow”