Little Tree On The Mountaintop

Little tree on the mountaintopbeneath sun's celestial reach,planted purposely at the very peakor actively advancing toward dreamsfrom a seed,more mighty to methan the mountain itselfand all of the tallest treesbeneathlooking up. Little tree on the mountaintopBiblically reminiscent,perhaps a Jesus storynever told,or the Lord'sseemingly futile reachto have us remember this precious given life'sgoals. Who is changed upon the descent … Continue reading Little Tree On The Mountaintop

Tears Dry (With Audio)

tears drylike rain subsidesweather a part of naturedesigned with intentby our Creatorfeelings, emotions love and joydespair and heartacheall part of what deems us alivewould you trade it all infor numbness instead?if you already didwhat could bring you backfrom the breathing-dead?perhaps a lot of itcomes from our own doingand neglecthow many times we mustget in the … Continue reading Tears Dry (With Audio)

Remembering Colors

Inner chamber protected, guarded. Scarred. Misused and abusedbefore. Colors over decadesfade. Doors and windowsboarded.  The softness of youlike dawn. Patience watercolorsshared canvas in pastels.Gradually, I reach to try some,apply upon my soft shell. Day by day, ébaucheto a never-final coat.Overflowing well withinnow self-saturates. Self-love's ductsunclogged.A Master peace of love:brought together, soulmates.  Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Final Light

Night disintegrates in the middle, as the final white lightpierces:noiseless epistle. Allfallstill, some through the trap door:one prophesy fulfilled. Approaching the light,limited time, shadows evaporating:Truth's combine. Back of the linemoving quickly forward.Eyes widen:final bipartisan border.   So many hands raised. Some bargaining in pleas, some opening to receive. Regrets' final drowningin bucket lists,all possessions vaporized into ash and lint. This is it. Approaching The Light, limited time. If He speaks, what will … Continue reading Final Light

Cobwebs Between Petals

Ninety-three million miles away,yet upon the cobwebs of a flower,Sol's ray reaches, haloes, frames. How powerfulthat gentle, golden beam iswhen it finds and reminds us ourinsignificanceis more important and personalthan we think it to be,for the Creator made surethe cold and darkness would always havereturning light and heat. We are turned away each evening,in a rotation beyond … Continue reading Cobwebs Between Petals

In The Eye

Don't tell me there is no divinitywhen I am looking heaven in the eye,infused with the essence, soul-transfixed, lifted,swirling upwards as colors become light,and the ingress solicitously entices the spiritas form sublimes, shapeshifts until undefined,and passes through the full transfusion of serenitythrough the glowing portal in the after-pouring sky. Poem and this evening's photo ©LauraDenise

One (More) Prayer

Blinded by tears,but sight not neededwhen folded in prayerand the heart is leading through the dark,no darkness able to extinguishthe soul's pilot light ignitingthe vigil of candlesin a community's deepest wishes, one prayerall I've ever believedto be needed,but at the same time,what if one moreis all that's needed... when any fellow brother or sisteris pleadingto … Continue reading One (More) Prayer

Always Have Been

When the voices inside,whether yours or theirs,start to rise up and disguise the lies as truths, look to the skyand see the rayof light shining downon false transparencies refracting all thebeautiful colorsthat make up you. Don't use artificiallooking glasses,for the perpetratorscan too easilyhide behind them,your doppelgänger included.  See your reflection insteadin the windows of the soulsof those … Continue reading Always Have Been