Sweet Daisy Days

When all the world

 goes around and round

 the butterfly

is still a while

beauty goes

where the daisies smile,

 silent blooms may sway
 as softness graces our day.

- o O o -

Our Everyday Place

Time does know

and time will tell,

the only place to always dwell

is in the space

that Love for all does embrace.

- o O o -

Memory

Remember when
you dressed my wounds
and told me then
you would always love
our times together
but that was never
what it seemed
as you were always
leaving.

And returning
but not really here.
You were bleeding
all over the place
and never facing
what was true,
never being the real you.

Sometimes you still
    call in
    to see
    what is going on with me.

Here today is my plea.
Hear me.
Stay a while
and listen
to my heart beat
come in closer
and really meet
Trust
Honesty
Tolerance
Gentleness

What Joy that would be
defenselessness for me to see,
generosity to give away
all you value here
and patience now and for all time,
faithfulness and an open mind.

If every word was ever heard
Love would sing
and light would bring
a truly wondrous way to be
living with simplicity.

Written June 4, 2019

I Heard A Long Gone Song

I have traveled

far away from myself

wherever I go

I will leave with the breeze

like a fallen 

heart-shaped leaf 

in the wind

I will

begin again

The Bridge

You know

we go 

with you.

Some days

when the grass is wet

our way 

is slow

to follow

as you walk ahead 

but all is known

though

 nothing is said

a candle lights above our heads.

The Green Bridge, 1926

Painting by Ethel Spowers (1890-1947)

Design Edition Habit Press, Australia 2014

- o O o -

Saint Francis Of Assisi Prayer

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that
     I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self 
     that we are born to eternal life.

              - Saint Francis of Assisi 
 

Bringing More Light

 

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