Beneath The Magnolia Trees

May Day birthday, one to addgenuinely to my scant album of joyful memories, as Time bows down to still itselfand lets me live some momentsimmortally beneath the Magnolia trees that seemed to have waitedfor this occasionto begin their epic blooming. So dear to me have becomethe velvet ivory,symbolizing hopeand soul purity, so many seasons dormant,waiting … Continue reading Beneath The Magnolia Trees

Too Soon To Title

You can find me among the wildflowersin the golden light;this is one of the few things I knowabout where my soul resides.  You'll carry the scars;they make you who you are, but rarely will they remindof the battles you thought you lostwhen you slipped through that presumed eternal holeinside. He lies.  That's all you need to knowfor … Continue reading Too Soon To Title

Deep in the Thicket

Deep in the thicket,the beacon seeks and finds,no seed nor budneglected nor lost;keep faith in the Light.  Deep in the thicket, when the first ray shines, no beauty can parallelthe humility and grace,that relieved reachfor renewed life. You will be found,for you were never lost.God has always been theretenderly removing thornsand lovingly healing the loss.  When that … Continue reading Deep in the Thicket

Story Roots

Don't think my sunny outlook comes from a lifetime of easy;I've walked through the dark woodand from depression's cliff,still find myself sometimes clinging. I've cried my share of flash floods,drowned several lives in the deep, survived decades of verbal abuse,spent my time vowed and banded to Lonely. I've been there and back,having spent most of my life … Continue reading Story Roots

Gripping Sand

Sometimes we must firmlygrip the sandinstead of merely wishingto be carried to shore. Sometimes it is bestto escape through the windowrather than openeither door. Sometimes when the photo albumhas so many empty pages,it's time coloring the sickness yellowsince it can't fade non-faces. Sometimes in the dark woodinstead of striking tear-soaked matches,we must look up for … Continue reading Gripping Sand

Parking Lot Thoughts

Turn not a blind eye uponthe beauty that surrounds;sometimes you simply mustexpend a bit of effort toseek it out.There is never a beauty drought.Look about! In a grocery store parking lot,for you, I frame this bouquet,non-bought, to send you a wordless reminderof my love, to remind you are dearlythought of,desiring that the white-petaled hopecould be a moment that … Continue reading Parking Lot Thoughts

Seasons Within

Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peek,a reminder that soon it will be spring.In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift.Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing needs rest … Continue reading Seasons Within