Oh lord my creator, I hand to thee all my fears and my worries, and pray with every fiber of my being. that you will guide my journey no matter its destiny or direction. My father who you gathered in his midlife, Shared the grandeur of your artistry, I have always been in awe ofContinue reading “A Prayer”
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Times Gone By
My unseen hand touching the small of your back.
My Blessings
To the maker of stars and the stardust from which we are all formed, Who bent down from the heavens, and with the sweetest kiss, And the best intentions, blew life into our souls, I kneel and bow, with heartfelt gratitude, For all the blessings you have bestowed upon me. It began with the tenderContinue reading “My Blessings”
If Only
If only my heart were broken, Instead of shattered into shards, its clockwork ripping through time and space, parts scattered across the universe, never to be whole again, never to quicken at the sight of you, never to slow awaiting your answer, never to race, beat for beat, our hearts in sync beating as one,Continue reading “If Only”
The Yogi’s Symphony
The yogi speaks the Sanskrit wordsAnd guides the souls within usTo move in time and spacefrom one form to another Her tone and meter rise and fallas she moves around the spaceHer students mirror each pose she paintsand the rhythm of our movementsmatch our teachers’cadence We breathe and rise and foldAnd chant the sacred wordsWeContinue reading “The Yogi’s Symphony”
These Days
I don’t know how to love these days, With broken heart and jagged soul. For half a century it was easy As you grew near and dear to me. Your smile warmed me like a hearth, Your softest kiss set my heart aflame, And burned inside me like a candle’s wick, Our bodies formed toContinue reading “These Days”
The Minstrel’s Lot
It’s my life’s work, To sit and sculpt the images of her form, To shape with phrases praises of my muse To sing her songs and tell her stories, To sketch her form in words that sum The jigsaw of her mysterious whole. And with deft fingers strum cupid’s harp And pull at heart stringsContinue reading “The Minstrel’s Lot”
Love
Love isn’t one thing And if the stars align And the gods are kind It can be everything I have lived deep inside its embrace For almost half a century So its features are familiar And my son and daughter it’s written on your faces And shines from you Like a sunrise on the seaContinue reading “Love”
I am Present
The Buddhists ask us to be present, and I am in my own way. I am present in my sorrow, As I trace the jagged edges of my soul Ripped apart at the crossroads, Where our journeys diverged Yours no longer leaving footprints, And mine on all fours searching for you in the dark IContinue reading “I am Present”
And I am an Optimist
It seems to me that the world is spinning faster. and most certainly on a more than wobbly axis The crazy things I read and hear are not subtle signs that things have gone awry. The damage is done as seas rise, fires burn and storms rage The plague or two that traveled the globe.Continue reading “And I am an Optimist”