Rainy Days In Real Form

When walking alone by the naked shore,

Small pebbles hurt the bottom of my soul,

while finding balance in ocean floor whole

I did discover real becomes much more

When standing in the rain to feel soft tease

I wandered further in the sea line edge

wanting somehow to find a proverbial ledge

a place to stand, to hope, to view life at ease.

When contemplating the gray upon my day,

I wondered about still seeking some answer

to the question does remain, when whether

the waves surreal, gather the rains this way.

Oh, to understand the reason a cleanse release

Oh, to recognize nature form a simple peace.

 

Caring We Bridge

Known to stifle affection would task dire,
What shallow ponds could derision aspire.
We, a grateful, compassionate being
So frequently forgetful, less trying.

If empathy a gold mark, imagine
The onslaught, the minion engine
A cavalcade of pure entanglement
Would wither away in sorrow’s lament.

Oh to recognize beauty in caring,
Step inside a giving world so daring,
To conquer all ills, to remain above
Venoms that poison the essence of love.

Eternal happiness where soul may reach
The other side, a caring journey teach.

His March

If by decision we choose then to grow,
Circle of faith becomes our afterglow
When certain the world is a whole state
Might we in spiritual Grace relate.

For though Heaven with Hell may combative
Create constant a choice to ask plaintive,
How shall a martyr seek sweet evidence
While a near quiet heart leaves time to chance.

Each temptation a humanity endure
Allows a skin find mettle we assure
For while skies align all our moving parts
We sometimes wish to land on where to start.

Constant may the soul seek a forgiveness
While certain He casts purposeful duress.

Peaceful Resistance

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women’s march 2017

What led the world to respond,

with not only a few, enough to stop the presses

or perhaps filter the pond,

that place with which he will empty he stresses.

 

There this movement spoke with urgency

offered the eyes of millions to understand

we are framed within our own clemency,

to know the bounds for which we stand.

 

A sweet reckoning of the world

we spoke aloud the travesty of miscreants

without any harm the winds swirled

around our energy with little resistance.

 

Inside the mystique of love in sweet release

stand with her, and she, amidst a magical peace.

 

* Getty Images 2017

Morning Ritual

Cool haze of a morning frost settles the eye
A sky has a limit and shadows do comply
While I wonder in warmer tonal slumber cry
Winds seek shelter seem to only suggest why.

How is it a mind choose to travel this distance
While away the morning if by given chance
A mood is drawn on canvas a spectacular blue
Pastel reminders of the silliness we eschew

When do I cry in the moment this time allow
If while walking alone in silence wander how
Lonely is a gust of wind a shallow reminder now
Callous is nature at the human condition’s bow

Whisper hello towards a greeter in the quiet release
In this our routine, sweet breathe we a lover’s peace.

Summer Rains

 

I woke in sweet pause to the summer rains

Glance toward the sky in misty eyed ponder

While worlds begin day in routine refrains

We might all know beauty is our wonder.

 

In our lives where cause might allow reveal

Our choice to become the pureness we wish

Always measured in will of knowing real

Is Grace belongs in hearts not outlandish

 

Water in sweet embrace cleanse my windows

I might breathe the world its sheltered release

Much like my neighbor whose ideal true grows

We can quest lives together to find peace.

 

In quiet mystique regard truth our gain

Solace sing sweet warmth in Her summer rain.

 

*photo credit: Mark Demsteader – found on Pinterest

 

 

 

 

A Welcome Rain

 

We measure the benefit of nourishment

by a certain gauge, that indicator of wealth,

a manner of delight in our achievement

toward all facets of maintaining good health.

 

Yet, no dollar figure can be placed on time,

the value of life given sweet nutrients

that manna from heaven in prayer sublime,

hearts vulnerable sing humanitarian events.

 

While the ethereal nature of life gather energy

speak in kind form our need to recognize

our lives dependent upon a sweet shared synergy

when out of the sky falls a cleansing wise.

 

We climbed a dusty and dry summit of reality

to feel the rain, the rains of love’s civility.