07 June 2011

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

06 June 2011

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