Archive | August 2015

To you my friend

To you my friend

To you I write this poem

I have seen the suffering in your heart

The brokenness in your soul

I have felt your grief, longing and regret

How it colours every moment of your waking

And the trauma of your dreams at night

As I behold you with love

Without judgement

I see your higher self

Ready to move forward

Beyond the pain and suffering

To know what it feels like

To let joy into your life;

That you are allowed to

That it is safe to

That you deserve to.

That you can step forth into a new life

where you are welcomed with open arms

Tears of joy

To behold you

Whole and complete

Having turned the corner

Passed through the raging seas

Through the time when all hope was lost

And death the only one who did not leave

But death, you who come for all of us

Have no mal intent

You are but a door

From one plane to another

A veil

An illusion we are taught to believe in

As everyone I have ever loved is

Either here or there or both

Sending or being sent

All that is needed in this moment

Through the love of the Creator

Blessings upon you

Today and always

Know the love of the Creator Is real

Is always present

Is waiting for you to open your heart

To receive it.

Now, in this moment

Now, as your breath enters your body.

Amen.

May 16, 2015  7:30 am

Life After the Burial

Awakening to this moment

With all the passion my Soul has to offer

I reach out

I offer my hand

My heart

All that I am

To you

My beloved

You who I have denied

Fought with

Angered

Struggled against

Rejected

Abandoned

Encased in stone

Even succeeding in forgetting your existence in my life

Everything you represented

Having forgotten the dream

The love that was in my heart

Until the remembrance of you returned to me.

Until I saw

The room my heart held

Just for you

That I could hold you

And gently touch your brow

Your heart

That love is a precious gift

The life force coursing through my veins

Giving meaning to every moment

Seeing that every life is a mystery

Is precious and unique

Is a blessing

Allowing my heart to feel that love

For you

And everything you represent

To me

And to the world

After the burial

I stood staring

At the dirt on your grave

I don’t know how long

An hour or two maybe

Time no longer existed

You had left this lifetime

And the world of those around you

Here I stand today

The excitement and fear of this new beginning

The first day of the rest of my life

The end of my old world

Of assumptions and limitations

I step forth into a world

Where I can love you

Every one of you

(all my children)

I weep for you

Every tear you have ever shed

I pray for you

Every dream you hold dear in your heart

I stand with you

I will not forsake you

I will be there in your moment of need

I will celebrate your successes

And all that you are.

Aug. 16, 2015  Wakefield

In writing this poem, I found that the “I” and “you” changed throughout it, but somehow in my heart it is clear who each one is.