Compassion and respect,
both components of love,
and, yes, I see them in you.
Taking steps down peace paths
will change our world
in ways we can’t imagine.
You go out of your way
for me. I don’t know why.
Thank you.
Let’s open our eyes
to the possibilities for peace
when we look for goodness.
Contemplative
as a wizened nun
he nestles in my arms,
regarding his universe
with a contented sigh.
Mandalas of dust motes
morph new designs
while phantoms unseen
(by me)
draw his unblinking gaze.
Head tucked in
and upside down
he sleeps
(and softly snores).
I cradle him,
humbled
by his absolute trust.
A study in serenity,
he instructs me
in the zen of being.
“It seems if there is a cat in the house of a poet at least one poem will be generated extolling the feline. This is my de rigeur cat poem.” – Susan Dean Wessells
My mother,
bringer of love,
taught me the important lessons.
O Mom, thank you.
Let me be a conduit
of love,
wiring the light to overcome black midnight.
I seek containers
into which to pour
gallons of love.
Hold out your cup.
Have you thought
that love is math?
Your heart, my heart–
the right answer.
I see grace in your eyes,
confidence in your step.
Come be my friend.
I prepare the coffee,
set out square plates,
bring cloth napkins
just for us.
Turn the lights low,
turn the world off.
Let us hear our own music.
Ring around the world
with red ribbons flying,
our hands clasped together in peace.
Love, joy, peace,
fruits of the Spirit.
Open your heart.
Love will walk in.
Gossamer veil before me sliver of light
peers furtively through trees that have seen a hundred years
absence of day with steps I place, now in sudden fear
not knowing of where I go or where I’ve been
disconsolate foot steps, crackle leaves beneath my feet
forest of deadened branches hang eerie, blackened sleep
who am I, where am I, behind or in front
cautiously tread direction lost steps to find myself
one foot wrong shall I be left in a world I do not want
one foot right will I find myself forgoing the life I’ve led
brush what my eyes before me see, start anew without the ink
trunks of deadness, branches hang life to them is lost
renew yourselves, birth new buds like I must do at life
banish cobwebs of my fears, eradicate self doubt
step into the daylight, know who you are and why
blackened forest take your leave, be reborn like I
As a new year begins for me alongside this stream I feel like the time is coming to share a few personal things with you.
No not that personal well then again maybe.
You know insight, a reason for still being here. I thought I could hide behind a few pretty pictures but a few have seen through my exterior and are behind me hiding but also know in time my story will come to light.
From My Home to YOURS
Stay safe as you travel to and from to share the holiday with family and friends.
Peace & Love
To each of you
Eunice
Spray
Not all days have waves such as this
Some days the are just sweet and lazy
It is days such as this though that bring me such bliss
The sky was such a beautiful Blue without a sign of being hazy.
I love the spray as it dances above the waves as if to hold still till I capture it
It seems to add to the beauty of this photo with all the froth of this crashing wave
It is here upon the hill I sit and wait till just the perfect moment click
Though I now know it is really the peace I find at this special place full of powerful waves I simply crave.
Along Our Stream
Gnarling fury,
Menacing wrath!
From Poseidon’s clutches
Deliver thy torn sail!
Warping whirlpool,
Growling gale!
Hear thy cry,
Wailing screams
Echoing – ing.
Winter’s splash
Strikes cold.
We
Await
The
Coming
Of
The
Peace
like it? I
appreciatedemand constructive criticism! >:)
I spent the better part of three plus decades working at night. Chasing the demons and dodging the grime. Often the two met in my presence. Today, I so crave the light.
Italian, German, Yugoslav or Greek,
a president or queen, a shah or sheik,
professional, blue-collar, we all work
together, retail buyer or the clerk.
Perhaps we’re at the sunrise of our lives.
But sinking sunset color soon arrives
for all. We’re equal on that playing field
and it no longer matters if we reeled
in fish or cooked and served them up gourmet.
Are you a CEO? Does potter’s clay
appeal to you? Are you a fan of rock
or jazz? Do you live on a city block
or in the countryside? Is Marc Chagall
your own artistic taste, or do you fall
toward Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup cans? Does
it matter? No, our world would be a-buzz
with peace if we would tear down all the walls
of artificiality. No brawls,
just justice, friendship, courage, even hope
would paint our scenery, our vision’s scope.
Perfect Moments in Time are never forgotten. Nothing diminishes the beauty of certain times in life when all seemed right with the world. The timing, the beauty, the tranquility combined to give a sense of peace that endures all manner of hardships and changes. One must take heart when looking at the beauty of the moment, the distant memory, and know it still soothes the mind. Life changes, but the memory can be carried in a special, safe place.
No words or poem can console the loss of a loved one so fresh but I share this which I wrote for my mother who died of cancer and my wife’s aunt who committed suicide within a few months of each other. It took another year before I could write this. Let time be your teacher and friend and strength.
What will you see
When your sight is lost
What will you feel
Without feelings
How will I sound
To your deafened ears
How will I hear
What you're saying
Will you taste:
My bitterness
My anger
My confusion
My sadness
Will you understand;
I cannot, right now
Will you smile at me;
I cannot, right now
Would you watch me now;
I could use that now
Could you teach me now;
Would you show me how
When I think of you
Will you touch me, friend
When I close my eyes
Will you hug me then
In the dark of night
Will you stop the cold
At the break of dawn
Will you wake my soul
During quiet times
Will you come and stay
When the dusk first falls
You could light my way
You can count your days
As I count my years
You can hold me tight
As I count my tears
As the months go by
And time presses on
You will see:
My struggles
My resolutions
My perseverance
My reckonings
When my step first slows
You will be my cane
When I ache to move
You will ease my pain
When my light falls dim
You will lead me on
When my thoughts all fade
You will bring me home
What will I see
When my sight is lost
What will I feel
Without feelings
How will you sound
To my deafened ears
How will you hear
What I'm saying
As you lift me up
And I raise my head
We will feel:
Our souls
Our joy
Our peace
Our love
