I Pray Not

I pray not
for Him
to expedite
my wishes;
I wait not
for Him
to do
what I can.

His timing
I keep
full faith in
and ask
to know
my part
in His
perfect plan.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Secret Yard Gardens

Never before have
the mushrooms come,
having sprung up
beneath the colors
of the setting sun,
like harbingers sending word
for the others to follow suit,
to settle in, to family reproduce.
I feel like the searched-for
hostess, the mortally-cloaked
fairy princess.
Little do the other humans know,
I live to be that escape artist,
to visit like Alice
the enchanted kingdoms
among the petals and leaves
and gypsy fungus.
Even the dog knows
to respect the magic.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

One (Haiku)

I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms

Adding Autumn

Seasons don’t take turns;
in the South,
as one, all merge
as if to purge
preconceived notions.
Harmony is the bloom
in autumn,
the colors the frost will kiss,
the sound of the ocean
never frozen.
Peace still
exists.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Chancellors

I’ll keep the faith,
I’ll hold onto hope,
keep my eye on the light
and the hidden holes.

Don’t want to turn
any more wrong ways,
been searching too long,
I’m ready to stay

right here with you
no matter the world;
we’ll see Love through,
we’ll break the spells,

chancellors of all
that’s good and pure and true,
we’ll bring it out,
stay beautiful.

Let’s keep the faith;
He’ll see us through.
Let’s find more light
and share it, too.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Reaching to Touch

The subtlest of touch,
fingertips that brush,
we all reach from the inside,
long for a little
to lead to much.

Brown reaches for green
who too is fading…
life, a short season
to be embraced,
to find a friend,
to match with a mate,
a soul to combine with
to enter into
the next place.

Still Life

Still as silhouetted dragonfly wings
is all that used to swirl restlessly in me.
I hold my breath and so does the breeze;
we both stop time for centuries.

The secrets from the ancient flier
can only be imparted in complete silence;
any ripple in the universe jeopardizes
this which is rarely achievable in this life.

Perhaps this is my umpteenth time…

I recently had a supreme spiritual moment;
not now, but when I was again freshly broke open,
my soul exposed again to worldly poisons
and decades-rotten ingested false notions.

It is only in these complete ruptures, it seems,
can the bad get out and God restitch the seams.
Perhaps it is true that the rock bottoms are needed
to unclench the fist and open the palm for receiving.

I was mended with light again by His own loving hand.
And inside me, this time, another something planted.
I feel it in the silhouetted dragonfly wings suspended,
except I think it is me that it and the breeze are sensing.

I feel our connectedness,
the same serenity seeds inside of us.
It’s hard to go back to the way it was
when gratitude, which I’ve always had,
are blooms in such surplus shooting up.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

After-Storm

Unedited after-storm sky,
heavens open up
as if to apologize
for the tribulation
necessarily survived,
though still withheld
must be the why.

Instilled with a knowing
a higher power so loving
is in control when I spin
in my free will off trajectory,

I simply pause all the swirling
emotional turbulence within
and feel the wind,
the exhale of the one above,
mighty breath on my skin;

my hair and soul lift up,
and I wish my feet would.
Grounded on this earth for now;
let me master all the lessons.

There is nothing but comfort
in the after-storm sky,
a sojourn wrapped in serenity,
a glimpse of afterlife.

Today, I Choose

Today, I choose
to mute the gray,
encroaching ghosts,
and the negativity
of others attempting
to block the rays.

I turn up the colors,
the cardinal’s song,
my own showtune voice
singing along,

the sky blue,
the verdant greens,
the leaves infused with
late summer’s breeze…

Today, I choose
to mute the grays,
to focus only on
the beauty gifted
in this day.

“Sunshine on the Water”

When John Denver says it best….