The Path

The forest path becomes hard to follow

Covered in leaves, every direction looks the same.

I turn around in circles, squares, leaping, dodging

Flowing the wrong path once again.

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Then I remember, the disappeared

a long forgotten thought,

That I am grounded and guided

And worry I should not.

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I fall down and pray

A prayer of forgotten days

To be engulfed in golden light

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Despite my very best efforts

The path eventually emerges,

And love surrounds me

I reflect on my controlling urges.

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The path may be difficult

Sometimes hard to manage

But when I let go of control

I give up and God takes the most advantage. 

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Thank you emerging and unfolding path

Though sometimes hard to follow

I cherish the journey here

And with love I am held hallowed.

An Answer

He sent me an angel, but I chose not to see

The light that was pouring

From the being in front of me.

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He sent me a light, so I could now know

That I was no longer alone

Somehow I failed to see it’s bright glow.

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He sent me a message, written boldly in in ink

Clear and articulate, oh so very neat

Yet I struggled again to see link after link.

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Sadly I cried, until I finally asked him one day

Hey big old guy in the sky

Can’t you send me some answers, guide me on my way?

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His face full of love, with a smile brighter than the sun

He laughed and he chuckled

It’s all right there, just stop from your frantic run.

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Breathe he said, and you will know

So I breathed, sitting still

And it all began to flow.

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The light, the stars, the sky all around

They too breathed out their knowledge

And life became profound.

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Thank you, thank you, big man in the sky

And he laughed and he twinkled

Someday, he said, you will know why….

 

 

 

 

 

Holding On, Sailing Away

Last night

All of the lights went out

And I felt the power of the mother

Rising up and holding me.

Just by candle light

I could feel her there with me.

It’s not time yet….

She held me closer

She was not ready to let me go

She was holding me here

Right … here.

And that was okay

For now, for today

But I can feel myself edging, edging

On the brink of the new

For one day, she will let me go

And we will both sail onward

To the next chapter.

 

The Does

Cool winter morning

I plod along

The same path

A different day.

Suddenly, a movement on the road ahead

A brilliant flash of brown

Strength, grace, beauty

Signalling to me, this is how it is done!

The graceful doe flies across my path

Another follows,

And another,

So fast, so free!

Seven Does cross my path

I stop for those few seconds,

I count them as they fly past

I gaze in wonder

At their perfection

Their lack of effort

Pure presence, strength, beauty

Thank you, Seven Does.

 

 

 

The Fall

Glorious colors call around

I am entranced as I move through the forest

Small crab-apples crunch under foot

Leaves of orange, yellow, and red abound.

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A breath, a second, a moment

And I am face down

Seemingly tripping over nothing

I lay sprawled on the soft mud and moss.

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It could have been a rock or a root

That rose up from the earth

To meet my face

Instead my fall is broken softly.

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I continue on

More cautious, still observing

As some leaves come sailing down

Gloriously dressed for their final descent.

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They captured the sunlight

God’s beauty blazing through them

And now they shall soon rest

After the wind ceases to blow them here and there.

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I too am like these leaves

Maybe now is the fall of my life

A time to blaze with God’s glory

And someday make the gentle descent.

 

The Way She Breathes

Running through the woods

The trail rises up, to meet her feet

She is running through the woods

And green life breathes around her.

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Standing by the sea

Oceans pounding, rising, receding

Drip by drop they sing their rhythmic sound

And the ocean breathes itself into being in front of her.

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Living by the river

Pink-orange sun rises above the calm tidal body

River ebbs and flows, ebbs and flows

And the river breathes itself to life beside her.

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Back to the deep green forest

Back to the swirling ocean waves

Home to the river, flowing onward

This is the way she breathes.

Arise

She is rising up and growing stronger

Just beyond the sheer blanket of ocean before me

I witness the beginning of her elegant ascent

Glowing only the way she can

Bright red and deep orange

She glides up over the water’s never ending edge

The life giving globe, the brightest thing I know

I welcome her, with this dawn of the new day

She responds by endlessly burning away

As if she will never burn out

A constant source of life and energy

And once more she begins her smooth path

Across the pale blue sky

Leaving lingering sherbet colored reflections

On the water below.