Gloria Maxima

Silence is the loudness

The raging beat that amplifies my soul

Bringing me to my knees

In prayer

In solitude

The bells ring

In the nearby chapels

As angels raise me to my feet

Leading me indoors,

I am

Suddenly loud

Looking Glass

Rain falls as I sit near my window

With a looming cloudy day, I see no beginning

To this tainted state I am in

Just fear and loneliness

In the distance, I am watched

By a thousand eyes

I am lost

In a world of no meaning

No joy

No hope

I struggle to find solace

Here, within these barren walls

Beacon

With a quiver amongst the leaves

A baby bird prepares for flight

Not knowing where it will end up

He starts to fly

Over mountains and among oceans

This baby bird finds its wings

Playfully circling around the clouds, it doesn’t meddle with the sun

Like wax, the bird’s wings are delicate

Not wanting its life to end early, the bird flies

With one fell swoop, the bird lands

Across the glossy silvery surface of water, it catches fish

Its feet latched firmly onto the fish,

It flies to a nearby branch to feast.

With this routine of food and rest set, the bird journeys far

Until it lands on top of a lighthouse,

A beacon for wanderers and travelers alike,

As it rests and waits.

Berkshire Hills

The Rolling Hills

Of paradise

Is where I live

The sounds of birds,

That could be black, red, orange, yellow, and blue

Warms my spirit as they feed on our bird feeder

Trees that now have green leaves in the summer

Have orange, yellow, and green leaves in the fall

Having no leaves in winter,

The burst of green leaves again rejuvenates our souls in the spring

The air,

Vast and always smelling fresh

Hydrates this green land,

The birds, the grass, and the trees

Shaping the place I call home

Holiday

I journey

To the Center of the Earth,

There,

I find the crystal blue waters

Of Man…

Brushing against the emerald green shore

The sensuous feeling

Captures my soul as

Above, the seagulls call

My Name, my existence

I Journey

To the Center of the Earth

Strength from Hope

 

Dedicated to those we know with cancer, may all of our loved ones find peace.

Life

Once filled

With hope

With dreams.

Memories once at a door,

Now in the wind

Traveling among

Hills, over mountains.

Lives

Outside of hospital doors

Outside of laboratories

Waiting to hear of that illness

That takes millions, waiting

Whether to smile or frown

Waiting to celebrate another birthday

That we are invited to

Strength sees to it

That no one loses

That there’s a purpose

To everything, no one is left out

Without a chance, without a battle