Courage To Continue

  

I felt woven into a cocoon,

as the smoke-blue linen threads

were humming a familiar tune

around the lucid words I heard,

repeating every few minutes

as a clouded memory came with each different name.

"Courage to Continue"

Courage to Continue,

courage to continue,

courage to continue,

when we step forward again, releasing old pain

the silver lining shines, so our losses all soften

as the sky above paints a picture of Love.

 

This Rose Sings Her Song

 

This Rose will bring a song for you

as first she called to me.

When all around was cool and damp

I heard her song like a Carrie lamp

cheerfully on the breeze

with an enticing lyric, Pick Me! Pick Me!

And so I did.

As there was only one bloom there!

I popped her in a purple vase

to call her beautiful song so I could hum along,

so I would share her joy

as a present, in this present day

as colors shine in happy ways. 

 

Dear Tree

  

Dear tree, 

how could it be there is an empty swinging seat

when what we ever knew was sitting close to you.

How long will we be alone and quietly

waiting for more nesting birds.

Now old Claret Ash

you are a hundred years tall,

keeping time for flyers-by seeing the sky, 

or just sheltering among your burgundy leaves

before rain comes again.

 

Life is all about coming and going,

growing or knowing

that everything bursts with joy in spring.

So let us all young and old

swing high or slow, being the way nature goes.

  

The Song We Sing

As I step up to the gate I see

it is not just you but me

who is ready now to enter through

the gate there is leading to What's New.

 

And growing here, the green it is a juicy lime

and all there is will pass in time

and all there will be coming on

are all the lyrics to our song.

So here we hum

and all we know has yet to come

and all we see is beside the gate

just trailing on for heavens sake.

So open wide and waltz along

the song we sing will always bring

the melody of joy within.

 

From this twining vine life sings all songs,

so like a leaf just surrender to All There Is

to guide the way like a soft breeze on a sunny day.

 

 

 

What The Seeding Parsley Knows

All those, "Oh Dear" sighs, I hear myself say

as I wander through my day to day

bring to me a destiny

that I will change with kind words

today and every day,

beginning now.

I will rest my soft warm hand 

on my heart and quietly say:

"Oh Honey! Be gentle with your self"

"All is well" 

"Yes", said Parsley.

"We have abundant seeds, you and me".

"All is always well".