Middle Week
The day is Dappled gray Insignificant In every way It hangs on Middle week Neither plateau Nor peak A steppingstone To tread lightly Upon our journey Home
The day is Dappled gray Insignificant In every way It hangs on Middle week Neither plateau Nor peak A steppingstone To tread lightly Upon our journey Home
Tree buds red and plump Reach for skies clear and blue At last spring’s breakthrough
Maybe today You’ll make plans for tomorrow Maybe today You’ll find healing for sorrow Maybe today You’ll live in the moment … Sing a new song … Breathe a deep breath … Appreciate the little things … Live without regret Maybe today You’ll live life your way Maybe, just maybe
If I had to chooseBetween gold coinsOr a brittle shamrockFlat and driedBetween the pages of a bookStained with saltwaterShed tears and rogue wavesPressed by luckAnd pride of Celtic nameI’d choose that shamrockGently picked byGreat-Grandmother’s handsA link between usA link between lands
A call to spring A call to better things Where newness blooms From dust and gloom Taking root To grow eternal
How would we measure time Without the hands of a clock? We’d watch the sunrise Rise high in the sky We’d watch the sun dip Dip into the night We’d see the stars twinkle Twinkle seconds away Around the full moon Moon on full display We’d feel eyes grow heavy Heavy with sleep We’d see… Read More Secrets of Time
Infused with wisdom Organic and pure The waters run through Sediment and sand The air fills our lungs Where the mountains stand For centuries Broken by clenched fists Caressed by gentle hands Destroyers or defenders Of this ancient land
The snow crinkles And crumples underfoot Tiny, shiny crystals In every nook Of where I’ve been But where I’m going Those future steps The snow’s not showing Again tomorrow More snow will fall On where I’ve been I’ll try to recall Tiny, shiny crystals After the squall
With warmth in your heart You’ll melt the coldest of days By spreading good cheer In the smallest of ways Your words will bless Your smile will heal Your eyes will encourage Your soul will feel The wobble of the world Her peoples’ cries The search for truth The crush of lies With warmth in… Read More A Beacon of Light
Though we ponder The paths we’ve known To where they’ll lead We’ve not been shown Still, we trust Through our clouded vision That we’ll see clearly In the end Still, we ponder From now ‘til then
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