Shining

I see you, really see you.                                 As they stream over and through you
All the love you wear on your sleeve               Rebuilding your childlike wonder
Shines like a precious jewel                                              Your faith that never wavers
A beacon in a tarnished world                                   In the goodness of people around you
Where people protect themselves                             May you feel that goodness in yourself
From harm, opinions, and thoughts.                          As strong as a bold coffee
And shutter down their hearts                                    Flavoring your senses
With no chance of opening up.                                  And lifting you up
But you shine like a golden lamp                              To the highest sunbeam.
With sun rays blessing you

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The View

 

The view outside a window
Is not always clear
Even if it’s totally clean
The window can distort
Like the window our soul looks out of
And yet the light shines through
Warming every darkened crevice
Every stale thought
Every dim view
That we might have
Covering us and filling us
With Warmth and Love
May we always feel
Light’s Promise and Hope
And never lose our way.

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Breathing

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Some days we all feel so disconnected
to ourselves and with each other.
Barely holding on to life with a thread.
Nothing feels good or right,
Just work, commitments and drudgery.

And yet that thread we’re holding onto,
even if just barely,
Floats across the universe.
And it’s as strong as it is invisible
It’s the glue that holds us all together
That sticky cobweb that we brush away
fuels us, connects us and gives us purpose.

May we keep holding on,
Even when we can’t see the source.
The Heavenly Filament
divinely floats us
Holds us
and Breathes us anew
Everyday.

 

Stirrings and Longings

There it is! Don't you see?
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.hum on zinnia
Watch it glide above the sea
Spreading wings so prettily.
Red and Green and Blue and Gold
Are its colors I've been told
Look into its dreamy eye
Feel its grandeur, hear it sigh.

But I cannot see it now.
For it flies away so fast.
Catch the memory and make it last.
Catch it! Catch it! Catch it now.
There it is! Don't you see?...

I wrote the above poem when I was a teenager. And I truly had no idea what it meant. But something told me to save it. Continue reading