BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT Walk with me beneath the moonlight – We’ll enjoy some moments on our own while the children’s dreams are taking flight – Walk with me beneath the moonlight. We’ll remember when we were alone dreaming of love. In the dark of night walk with me. Beneath the moonlight, we’ll enjoy some momentsContinue reading “BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT”

TO MY CHILDREN

Your heartbeat changed the rhythm of my world the moment it echoed inside my womb. No other music could be more treasured after the sweetness of the Eternal Word. Like an enchantment dispelling all gloom, your heartbeat changed the rhythm of my world. What joys, what dreams your little heart unfurled in my own, swellingContinue reading “TO MY CHILDREN”

PASSING THROUGH

  Like flowers that bloom for a season, We are. Passing through time and space, with souls seeking the transcendent do we leave behind tears or fragrance? We are passing through time and space Partings are our song’s refrain. Do we leave behind tears or fragrance – a single act touches generations. Partings are ourContinue reading “PASSING THROUGH”

WINTER BLUES

I surely have no love lost for winter. The freezing days discourage outdoor fun and leave me some bored and restless children whose yelling make me yell even louder. Often, I find myself checking the weather, hoping the day would bring the warmer sun. I pray the long nights do not get me undone whileContinue reading “WINTER BLUES”

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

Regret looks backward, wishing nothing more than to undo what has been said and done, to choose with eyes the years have made wiser if placed before the same crossroads again. What difference could a second have made? What destiny could a moment have unfurled? But time flows onwards sweeping in its tides the pathsContinue reading “WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN”

DECEMBER FLOWERS

Wintry winds may blow and heavily the snow showers in threadbare petals stand tall these December flowers. Like ancient calligraphy, stripped limbs rise to the skies painting prayers; below, the earth shows December flowers. How bleak the landscape, the cold is heavy in the heart Contemplative eyes focus on December flowers. When time has strippedContinue reading “DECEMBER FLOWERS”

THE SOUNDS OF SPRING

The woods wake. Sounds betray its secrets. Rustling leaves make one start – could it be snakes or chipmunks?   The wind teases the trees, still budding. Birds warble from the treetops. If I could only linger.   Footfalls echo on the sylvan grounds. The whisper of butterflies on air held all spellbound. The photosContinue reading “THE SOUNDS OF SPRING”

RESURRECTION

The fairest flow’r of spring has sprung from the earth, where once it was entombed but by miracle had become that fallen seed’s nurturing womb. In the calm of a breaking dawn, the fairest flow’r of spring has sprung to break the curse winter had wrought on the once desolate wasteland. And all the earthContinue reading “RESURRECTION”

MOTHER AND CHILD SOMONKA

  I give you my heart Where you can always be home Wherever you go I sing you a lullaby Calling Heaven to your soul Burn into my heart A picture of this moment I am wrapped in love Whatever my future brings Your image, I remember ~~~~ Linking with DVERSE’ SOUL GAZING Prompt.

CONTEMPLATION

“Each man is a half-open door leading to a room for everyone.” ~ from Half-Finished Heaven by Tomas Transtromer   To each is given an immortal soul What is man to deserve such grace? He is blessed beyond measure even if he is at a loss with his gift. He considers his world with half-openContinue reading “CONTEMPLATION”