Tag Archives: Gratitude

Grace

By the light of the falls
I caught my breath, enthralled

When out of the flow there sprung
And hung a shimmering rainbow.

How moments flash with meaning.
The gifts that course like blessings.

And always the heart is leaning
Towards the source, caressing.

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Ridge

Roaring winds sharpen the senses

In a swell of surging fury –

Drifting, shifting, sifting;

Gladdened hands offer prayers

Enveloped in mists of love.

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Nourished

Season to season

The hungry soul fed by

Naked blessings.

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There’s Not A Day

There’s not a day
When I don’t think
About you.
Your smile, your touch,
Your raucous laughter,
Tears singing in the wind.

There’s not a day,
Just pages of memories
Torn from life’s scrapbook
Seared afresh in recollection.
There’s not a day
When I don’t think
About you.

It’s all gone,
Lost in the well of time.
All I have now
Is this beating heart,
Furrowed, fevered, firelit.

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Once More

Light will dance
Hope will blossom
Merriment shall appear
Glorious surprise.
The colours will vibrate
Laughter will ring
In a tremulous peal,
Singing songs of joy,
Unclouded by doubt.

Love will come
Through the open door
Hold on, hold on
Cry out for more.
From shackles of woe
The mind shall leap
Spinning, spinning
In a blaze of fire.

Let kindness be
Your prayerbook
And look, look
With a pulsing heart. 

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Haiku

Kindness is your spell
Tears washed in reverence –
Light unpins the heart. 

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Hair

You let me handle your hair,
It felt so good;
A river of gold
Kissing the soul.

And now you’re gone,
Vivacious spirit
Pirouetting along
The avenues of life.

Taking your scent
               I cling on
To the little things –

Sunrise stroking the trees
Words remembered
Half-forgotten,
Flowers bursting in Spring.

The tenderness of love. 

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