Poetry

window wandering

idling in neutral
waiting for the quiet of sunrise
within the wake and sleep

I see you all
wanting to tell your story

leaving the door open for you
they all wandered in

it is the quiet
where I hear you, see you
in the turbulence of wind

surrounded by the light and dark
you stood silent, waiting
for me

I’m here
in these moments
listening

poetress ponderings… passing from one world to the next… we’re all still connected… from one room to the next… 100 yards, or a million miles into space… the heart ponders these things as our love ones move forward on their journey from here….

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Poetry, we write poems

heal thyself

we write poems thursday prompt no 27: healing
photo:  by Cuba Gallery – Now on Twitter!, flickr

..when i saw this unbelievably beautiful photo, psalm 23 came to mind, ..” the lord is my shepherd i shall not want, he maketh me to lie in green pastures…”

first we held hands
not so much for her
possibly more for me

am i in heaven yet?

we sat silent for awhile
she was slowly slipping away
forgetting where she was

am i in heaven yet?

clutching heavenly clouds
entertaining existential eternity
in the silence of tv chatter
not wanting her to go

am i in heaven yet?

ms barbara brow past away this morning, we are grieving… though excited for her, as believers, absent from the body is present with the lord….

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