Hope

Time, beautiful time,

the self professed tester

of human adaptability

swings me every day

between success and failure

and sleep brings no release

for I bear the weight of dreams

until the awakening

of enlightenment

I’m here in the everyday

cut and chip of soul

from static pose to flying mode

uncertain where I’ll fall

but fine filigrees of hope

crossing over in the dark

a safety net and soft landing

for the fallen and bereft.

Like a homemade mish-mash stew

I’m dished up from old to new

and if my heart should drop,

it lands uninjured and intact

into the lap of hope.

Hope’s a very splendid thing,

it dies and comes alive;

have you ever wondered why?

Weakness

And so of weakness I must say

it comes and goes most every day

and implants the thought into my mind

that soon it will not go away.

But how to banish thoughts from mind

has puzzled me this life

because no matter what befalls

thoughts sleep then come alive.

I know each page must be turned

before the story can unfurl

but the words upon the page before

into my mind have been burned.

But I turn the pages one by one

for soon I’ll know there’s only love

that can and will write new lines

for what was then dusted, done!

Renewed emotion

From the depths she felt the rise up of tears

but how can that be because stones do not weep

and mountains do not bow unto the weak

in this time after life’s full download.

The sign-in and add-ons during the download

a substantial amount of grief and heartache

but the installation in not too easy steps

should have forever stemmed the flow.

Yet determined they are to overthrow

the mother board of life’s betrayal

and implant a new and revised edition

to make it known emotion still lives.

Renewed emotion now quietly cries

but briefly because the back-up of life

brought to the fore all that went before

saved in the recycle bin.

The fall of tears essential for soul

out of sync with default settings

installed in all human beings

busy, so busy, cleaning windows, having fun,

and making money be!

I am also from

I am also from the womb

of creative intent

and from the contrariness

of one who journeys mindfully.

I am also from the motherhood,

the sisterhood, et al,

of the blue of sky and oceans wide

that capture the best of me.

I am also from the knowing

of corners, bends, and curves

formed each into an obstacle

that tests my flexibility.

I am also from the thoughts

of the you, the them and they

loving, indifferent, hateful,

imbibed collectively.

But I’m also from the heart

of angelic realms divine

who stitched in my unhappiness

an eternal pressure valve.

And I’m also from the love

that surpasses understanding

but how loving can love be

when it severs me from you?

A river

There’s a river somewhere innocent and naïve

and devoid of deception and lies

that needs for its future life

to avoid the tumultuous sea

and make of its resting place

a pool of tranquillity.

And so it set off with kindness and grace

over unchartered territory

determined to reach its goal

before the cessation of rain.

Then came the advent of climate change

and the river was forced to be still

and in the silence it retreated inward

to try and discern the truth.

Many months later the rain came down

and the river once again on the move

and although the truth none too clear

it proceeded with all hopefulness.

It travelled on unmindful of

its last long and lonely retreat

and life was good being there in the flow

until the channel that contained all thought

broadened out into new perspectives.

The river cried day in and day out

in hopes that its tears would move it outward

and they did, you know, and there in that place

of new and different perspectives

the river finally found

its pool of tranquillity!