Time

Some of the saddest moments in time

Are as dreams drown when they crash

Upon the rocks of reality

No longer feasible for whatever the reason

Not sustainable with in the realm of forever

They come up gasping for air

But to no avail

There is no oxygen to revive them

To many memories and long ago hopes

Have weighed them down

They have sent them into the dark chasm

Of the foamy brine of no more

There is sadness at the loss of time

But this can’t be helped

Age and life dance together upon the sea

Of what might have been

Only to lay like seaweed upon the shore

Never again to sway in the currents or riptides

Time has shipwrecked the dream.

Angels of Love

Angels of love fly from heaven

Into our human hearts

Filling them with such grace

We see them everywhere

Then not at all

Still we know they are there

In a whisper on the wind

A movement caught by the eye

Our hearts coming alive

With memories of them

Embracing the moments caught in time

Taking us back to happier days

Giggles of laughter at a joke

Tears as we grieve our loss

With each memory we are lifted higher

Every divine occurrence reminding us of them

And we know we have be blessed

Beyond measure by these amazing Angels of love.

Pebbles of Hope

My grateful heart

Soars among sky high clouds

Flitters above the roses

On the wings of a butterfly

Dewdrops kiss my cheeks

Then water my soul

Joy competes with sunshine

Then wins as springs flow

Over glistening pebbles of hope

Birthed again by prayer

With complete submission to God

For His eternal plan.

I Don’t Know

Twilight is creeping up

Over the horizon

Stars will soon share their gifts

The sun is moving on

To fill the next sunrise

How will tomorrow go?

Can life carry on as before?

I don’t know

I did what I thought was right

To keep their hurt at bay

But instead it has made me feel

That I was maybe an option

An not loves priority.

 

The Softness

The softness of the mist

Illuminates the dew

Rainbows of color dance upon the rose

Butterflies and hummingbirds sing in tunes

As delicate as any cloud

Life renews itself with every morning’s gift

Fresh ideas and thoughts mingle with the breeze

Hopes not deterred give their promise of now

I sip my coffee within my world

Grateful for the beauty of life

And contentment with it’s joys.

 

 

Echoes of Silence

Echoes of silence like distant drums

That can’t be heard

Yet beat in rhythm to heartbeats

No longer felt

Matching only the loneliest of thoughts

Sent skyward into the unknown

Destinies portrayed in shimmers

Of fleeting life

Offer no other promises.

 

As I Sit Here

As I sit here waiting

I feel change is coming

Trying to please God and my heart

Sometimes can’t co-exist

When I wait I struggle with lonliness

God has me on my protective island again

Just like when I lost my husband of 34 year

But it is hard not to feel deserted and dry

The beauty of the sea calls to me

The mountains I haven’t climbed

Whisper, “Come on!”

But I wait

My joy is seeping out slowly

Waiting, hoping, needing

But to know avail

No voices are heard

But those of my own heart

It waits with me

Watching, listening, crying, sighing

Oh well, maybe later.

 

But not Enough

I believe one of the saddest things a heart can hear is “I love you!”

Then it whispers, “But not enough”

How sad God must be when we say, “I love You!” to Him

Does He whisper in that ‘still small voice’

“But not enough”.

I’m Sure

Wondering about some things

Wandering through my mind tonight

Will today be better than tomorrow?

Has my future taken another turn

In unexpected ways?

Unknowns call from the mist

But I won’t answer

Life’s curtain hangs beyond

The door of time

Waiting for me to mess up

And miss my miracles

I’m stronger now and  I pray

For help from above

God answers and let’s me know I’ll be okay

The promise is there for me

To hold in my heart

And not throw it away with doubts

He has an eternal plan and I’m sure

There is one especially for me!

 

Rough Ride

Waiting is not a kindred spirit of mine

I do not get along with it nor do I want too

I get gravelly like a rough road

That irritates rather than soothes

Expectations and reality do not

Ride well togther

They jostle each other

Pushing and shoving the have their own way

In the end there is no winner

For each must take a backseat to

Disappointments and loneliness

Along with a big dose of uninportance

With self-pity riding shotgun

Emotional bridges loom ahead

They must be faced then crossed

One at a time, step by step

For to not forge ahead no matter

what may be coming means

Stagnation of spirit and soul

Leaving only withered hopes behind.

 

 

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