Saturday, November 30, 2013

Chew on this

The man who chews on his woman
will be poisoned by her gall.
The woman who chews on her man
will end her days as a toothless hag.
The poet who writes of food
will never go hungry.
The poet who describes her friends at the table
will eat her words.
The poet who writes on rice paper
will nourish her critics.
A poem about food will not feed
the starving nations.
Your own mouth will eat you
if you don't watch out.


Garments of Mistakes

My garments
of mistakes
have weighed
so heavily on me
over so many years
I pray for forgiveness
to wake again
naked without shame
free to walk in heaven
with those I love


Friday, November 29, 2013

In exile

In exile
we seek mercy
and protection
from ourselves
we wicked souls
left to cry
left to pray
for salvation...


One goodbye

the blood
that stains
my hands
My heart
with one


The children of Eve

The children of Eve
left in a garden of weeds
that have gone to seed
souls unable to feed....


Time belongs to death

Time belongs to death
freedom to eternity
and truth to us all


Lost Souls

In the city of death
we make love to fear
shadows caress us
and steal our breath...
may angels appear
our lost souls entrust
deliverance to Nazareth


When we had it all

Man seeking
to set the universe
in order
not possible
for the arrogant
who will surely fall
just like Eden
when we had it all



The alchemists
came forward
with the gold
of Orion
Golden stars
to light the way
into the light of faith
wings of angels
ready for flight
soon will deliver us
from the dark of night....


In the beginning

In the beginning was the word
but I had no ears to hear
left to stumble along
seeking visions so clear


The pupil

My slate board
filled with mistakes
me the pupil
still not ready to learn,
but one day,
I pray
my teacher will arrive


Washed Clean Again

I wash away my tears
naked in the rain
the sum of all my fears
bones made of pain
crumbling over years
and washed clean again


You needed a shepherd

I brought on the rain
running from shelter
blinded, insane
more child than elder
my mistakes caused pain
I should have known better
parenting is no game
you needed a shepherd
who knew of refrain
and love unmeasured
not a world deranged
and a childhood untreasured...


Tears no glue

I broke you
like a toy
too fragile
to mend
tears no glue
to fix you


Fly or Fall

I turned to the angels
my act of redemption
my last leap of faith
either I'd fly or I'd fall
how else to right all the wrong?
praying to change the path
I'd been on....


My pardon

Boxed away
and forgotten
the trouble
I caused
your reminding
on my dying


A simple mistake

I wore obsession
over my eyes
a blinding mask
too hard to remove
and see the lies
for what they were...
fooling myself so easy
in a stupor of blame
my stone cast
to ripple through
the pond of my life
hurting many
in ripple's wake
all over a simple mistake


Face it

I was blind
and loved to blame
him and him and her
mom and dad
brother and sister
my children too
life and life and life
all wrong turns
always in front of me
me the victim
me the wronged
angry, and hurt
building baggage
bulging over the years
never once stopping
to look in the mirror
to take some responsibility
to cast aside my hostility
until it was too late
to change my path
to set things right
left to pray for forgiveness
in forgetful declining years...



You looked different in the morning light
not so charming, surely some mistake
removed from the smoke and haze
of the blaring dance club dub night
you slithered away, an appalling snake
laundered sheets, you've been erased



I love you
yet there are those
who want to share
with me...
to let me be part
of their world
now and then
and for a time
maybe more
or not too long at all...
how can I refuse
the right to be kind
to me
or is it because
I need
people to be kind
to me
love me
share with me
their lives


Thursday, November 28, 2013

A last goodbye

Slowly we made love
with tears in our eyes
it was our last time
it was our goodbye

Bare Bark

I've walked along
this road
for a long time now.
I know I'll have to turn somewhere,
or, perhaps,
turn back
to my beginnings.

Along the way
the leaves have fallen off of me,
so I walk this road
with only the bare bark
of my own winter.
It's the last that is left of me
the best.


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Life is an adventure

You are in the discovery zone, here to find your spirit and your purpose. You have your lifetime to fulfill it. Each step along the way is important in your search. Travel with loving care.

Examine each new find as a clue in your development. As a step along the way to who you are to become. A constantly evolving process. Each day is important along the way. Live it fully, consciously, joyfully.

Nothing is common, least of all ourselves. No two things are exactly alike. Find the uniqueness in your world around you and in yourself. You truly are one-of-a-kind, as is your purpose.

You are here to do an errand for God that He chose no one else, but you, to do. How special that makes each of us. And all we pass along the way in life will somehow be affected by our journey.

Even the slightest encounter can be important for we know not the difference we may make in another's life. Always be your best authentic self. The you that no one else can be.

Make your choices consciously for they cause ripples in the universe of life. Keep a journal if you choose. It can be a road map of your journey of spiritual enlightenment. You are the documentarian and it is your personal adventure.

You are the featured player. All others are supportive players, bit players or perhaps for a time co-stars. You may be the producer and director, but the Divine is the screen writer and the casting coach. But most importantly, the creator.

Be aware of the synchronicity in life, it may be a cue or a clue. No one can ever upstage us and the unknown is but the next act waiting to be played.

Be ready for act two be releasing the baggage of the past production that we may create anew, unburdened, a continuing development of the self we are here to be, true to our purpose.


I'll be the shoulder

Go my children
learn for yourselves
what you were too young
to understand....
May you be stronger than me
should heartbreak and loss
cross your path...
If not, I'll be the shoulder
for you to cry on...
the one I never had...


On the town

I've been out there once or twice
it's almost like going to a
department store for human beings.
We are all beautifully packaged,
with painted on smiles,
advertising our own needs.

There is something irreverent
about my seductive masquerades,
hiding loneliness
with nippled t-shirts
and missing you....


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Riding the river

Faded yesterdays
ride along the river
taking memories away
from this aging drifter
poet old and gray
waiting to be delivered


Grave of lost love

The grave of lost love
held me for too long
fitting like a glove
until my youth was gone


and the sun warms me

I have my storms
and my calms
at times the rain of tears flow
and other times
I am as in a fog
the scars I have earned
are the freeways
that blotch my life
having been traveled by others
who have only passed through
and I stretch out
upon myself
and the sun warms me
awake... each day


Love's Chore

You left me at love's door
closed it behind
to be opened no more
how did it feel to walk away?
It took less courage
then to love and stay...
We did compliment each other well
enjoyed our brief times together
that is until...
you took the stars out of the sky
made life all darkness
and said goodbye
it really can't matter anymore
if cobwebs are growing
around love's sweet door
unburdened, falling
through life's floor
surely broken and unfeeling
such was love's chore


New old friend

Sometimes it seems
as though I've been everywhere,
as though I'm returning again
knowing who I'll experience
and why.

I know I've known him before,
there must have been a time,
a moment alone
on an elevator
or across a room... forgotten.

We did touch each other once before.
He's a brand new
old friend.


Monday, November 25, 2013

A million miles

A million miles
of imagination
crossed in a flash
just a dream
this life
that passed so fast



Should I explain
the unexplainable
or should I omit
my thoughts burying them
in the sand
covered with footprints
washed away
eroded by the beach waters
the bones of yesteryears
ground into particles
sifted through
my fingers...
settling again
to be left
for others
to discover tomorrow....


The Phantom

I'm so lonely for you
for what we had
what you were to me
the sun, moon, stars
my very breath...
night has swallowed me
and spits me out again
I don't trust men anymore
they're a lie...
spoken in a raspy voice
across the distance
no one touches me again
deep inside where you did
you are the phantom
who molests me in my dreams
I crawl into the shell of me
and shut the world out....


Elevator World

I ride my life
in an elevator world
with so many
ups and downs
hardly ever stopping
at any floor
shut in that
small cubicle
by myself
pushing the buttons
occasionally someone
steps in for the ride
but only briefly
the cords hum
with movement
"what floor please"
I ask myself
I would like to
be able to say...
to tell myself
where to go...


too far from home

Take me home
rescue me
I'm lost and wandering
too far from
the place I need to be


Nobody's waiting anywhere

I walk slowly
not because I'm tired
but because nobody's waiting
I don't even wear a watch
because I never have to know what time it is.
There isn't a road
or a plane
I wouldn't take
looking to find somewhere brighter
than where I am.

People try to reach me
but there is so little left
I cannot respond.

when I stop to talk
or touch
I leave slowly,
not because I'm tired,
but because
nobody's waiting


Sunday, November 24, 2013

Tea in the garden

Tea in the garden
lost tranquility
weed choked Eden
our fallen harmony
there are no pardons
no saving testimony
just a sole carpenter
trying to set us free


The dance of youth

The dance of youth
slowly ends
the music fading
drifting away
the last notes
linger slightly
gentle reminders
of earlier times


The ultimate freedom

is more
than a word
sounding in the distance
more than a child
kicking in the womb
more than tears
falling over life's changes
is to understand
we're all the same
we fall like rain
upon this land
to feed the earth...
we are all
born to die
and death
is the ultimate


Saturday, November 23, 2013

I did

They said
I couldn't
They said
I shouldn't
I did....
and it made
all the difference
in the world


True Tragedy

My impossible dreams
still with me after decades
forgetting easier each day
but giving up betrays
a soul that never tried
to soar, to fly
and that's true tragedy...


Strangely Happy

This dark age surrounds me
yet I sit in peaceful bliss
unburdened and free
memories falling into an abyss
leaving me strangely happy



The sun shines
the raindrops
on the window
making them twinkle
like little stars
the stars
at night
must be raindrops
on the windows
of heaven...


Friday, November 22, 2013


You are man
impossible at coping
with today's tears....
You are made of
steel hard and cold
I am china... I break
so easily... fragile
veins porous with love
I am woman....
pregnant with wanting
you... him without feelings
writing poems of yesterday
hoping for tomorrows
with you to fill me...



I've grown into
an unwilling
I cannot accept
myself as I am
I make advances
inch by inch
into mornings, changes
each day bringing
small differences
I no longer
will be myself


and for you

It's so hard
holding you
knowing that
love for me
is more than mere illusions
and for you
it is a dream
that's just begun


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Suits Me

In a game of cards
I'd be the Queen of Hearts
it comes quite naturally
the jack is male
the king is male
so it's all quite figuratively
the other queens are much too dark
and the one of diamonds
is much too quadrangily
the rest of the cards
as far as I can see
are much too numerically
to ever be just me...


Tranquilizers of yesteryears

I feed on memories
tranquilizers of yesteryears
sitting at the bottom of myself
I couldn't have gone much lower
I always return to the same subject
you... written in variegated colors
Sex with you... I couldn't have climbed higher
and the rest of the times were just as good
It shocked so many to realize
we were having an affair
In fact I don't believe it myself
it was really too brief to be an affair
I guess it was only a dream...


Wishing a little

Someone told me
that there is only one
real love
you ever really get
in your life
and most of the time
you never get to
fulfill it
for it seldom stays
and so you find some else
someone who is second
and adjust
and make do
and live the rest of
your life in relative happiness
now and then thinking
and wondering
and wishing a little
for that one love
you wanted
so very much.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

They could not stay

Until death demise me
I will walk this floor
never wanting, never needing
anyone... anymore
Alone I walk to where I go
my friends of yesterday
gone to other times and places
they found they could not stay...


A simple thing

Love is a simple thing
not a mountain you must climb
but a gentle butterfly
come to sit softly on your shoulder
It isn't bound to the ground
but flies free
with wings as light as your heart
It is not an accumulation of much
but an enjoyment of simple things
flowers... sunlight
and freedom
Unchained from everyday worries
by joining your hearts together
blown on the breeze
of the goodness of giving
Love doesn't ask much
but gives all
and if left unattended
flies away
its wings carrying it further
than the eye of the unloving...
Let me light on your shoulder
my love...



Angel of death
show me some mercy
when you come for me
as I draw my last breath


Honor your life

Honor yourself by keeping your home in order, your finances in order, and your life in order. Pay your debts in a timely manner, affirming your belief in God's abundance.

Keep your home as if a guest may appear at any time for you never know when angels will call unawares. Honor all aspects of self: physical, mental, and spiritual.

Be moderate in all things that your health is not compromised. Be cleanly in all things. Walking not only is good exercise but a chance to enjoy the beauty of the universe.

Breathe deeply, admire the flowers, trees, listen to the birds, notice the rabbits that come out at dusk, the night owls that hoot. Be at peace. Take time to read to expand your mind.

Take time to meditate, to pray, to be whole in spirit. When preparing food make not only wholesome, but attractive meals. Even if you're dining alone. Eat at the table on china, add flowers to the table.

Never forget to give thanks for what you receive and to end your day being grateful for the blessings of that day. There are always, at least, five things to be grateful for.

Recognize your gifts which are blessings from God and honor those talents by using them to His great good. Waste not your life in idleness, gossip, bigotry, or negativity, but practice a life of loving and giving and following the spiritual path.

Do not be in fear for your Heavenly Father is always near and will provide for you. Practice faith, knowing and trusting in the Lord. Treat others with the kindness that you wish to receive yourself.

Smile often, it's a gift you can give freely to all who pass your way. Honor your relationships with friends and family for what you give, you also receive.

Everything in the universe is God's creation, honor its existence. Walk with the angels and be at peace.


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

After I go

In between moments
faces beckon from the past
some call them visions
others call them ghosts
still I like their visits
they help me pass the time
some ask me to join them
others just stop to say hello
my time to haunt must wait
until after I go....


Monday, November 18, 2013

Angels Call

Angels call
when I'm alone
to answer prayers
and wait for me
and to one day
take me home...


Old Poems

Old poems
kindle my fire
once confessions
of burning desire
to ash they're going
lost love's concession


Never Happened

I could not bear it
to think I would not see
you again... I want you
awfully... Is that bad?
It is such an ordeal
these past few months
unable to be intimate
with you... my whole life
seems like something
impossibly nice...
that never happened....



I should love so: see you talk with you
...oh to love you
I am so sure:
... that we're right
...that I love you, completely
...that it will last
I have no doubts anymore,
it keeps growing
and I am happy...


Dark clouds of age

Dark clouds of age
surround me in forgetting
fogging my vision
blanketing today
time has done its stealing
memories wiped from the page
leaving a wake of confusion
until my dying day...


Celebrate Life

Take time to celebrate life. Your's, your loved ones, friends and family. Spend time together in joy. Quality time need not be an expense. A simple walk admiring the beauty around you is enough.

Invite others to accompany you on a drive or just window shopping. Keep love alive through frequent communication. If we love someone, they are worth the time.

There is nothing that can replace the sound of their voice. But also write out your adventures, your love and share your life on paper. Letters and cards are treasures we can read and reread and little gift surprises can make our day.

They may not be expensive, but they say I care. Send photos, especially ones with a smile. They gladden the heart. And pictures of events and travels share where you've been and what you're doing.

For your birthday plant a tree that you may see it grow in coming years. Plant bulbs and flowers as it is a celebration of new life, new growth and the beauty of creation.

To care for a litter of kittens or puppies is to share the birth and growth process of the heart. For they certainly win ours with their wonder at everything they encounter, their first clumsy steps, their playfulness with each other, their licks and laps, their purrs and barks.

Of course nothing celebrates life more profoundly than giving birth to your own child or the joy of watching them grow and to share in their accomplishments. Of teaching and learning but most importantly, of loving.

Of drying tears, sharing laughter. Time together is precious. Don't waste it while you are waiting for better opportunities. True friends are precious gifts that enhance our lives with their presence, giving, and sharing.

Each day is a new beginning, a reason to celebrate and give thanks.


Sunday, November 17, 2013


Such a good dad
and loving father
he'd give all he had
and try harder
for his family
a mom couldn't be prouder
of a son who loves so lavishly


Saturday, November 16, 2013


loving mom
enjoy life's blessings
with each breaking dawn
hear the singing waters
fill your heart with joy and laughing
may you know splendor and wonder
and love everlasting...


Friday, November 15, 2013

Darkened last options

The lure of the shadows
darkened last options
always waiting....
always calling...
for the weak
for the fallen
to enter the void....


On Hold

I've held
for more
and assistance
for eons it seems
only to find
no one
on the other end


Under the rug

Under the rug
you'll find dark
secrets hiding
from the light
settled in dust
an undoing
should they
be revealed


Endless sameness

Lies... written on
prescription pads
addiction his mistress
suffering his game
of numbness
and delusion
an endless sameness


until the skies clear

Today the rain does fall
along with my tears
of lost love recalled
and joys and fears
and so I bawl
until the skies clear...


Truly Alive

It's the hurt
that has cut
It's the joy
that has carried
It's the pain
of love
and the tears
that come
that have
made me
feel truly


The Rain

The rain
washes down
the sun
sits behind a cloud
and tears fall
and I'm real
and live
and breathe
and flow
and the rain washes down
my feet touch the ground
there's a sound
in my heart
I love you....


Thursday, November 14, 2013

Star in your life

Stop making heroes of hulks, of glamorizing violence. Be conscious in your life and teach consciousness and responsibility to those around your. Cause and effect. Teach joy and faith. Praise accomplishment.

Learn self fulfillment and love. Accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative. Find the good in others. Be grateful in all things and look for the blessings, not the misfortunes. Ask for help, especially spiritual guidance, for the divine is always listening and waiting for our call.

Look for your true purpose, not an easy out. We are the artists of our life, create it with care. See the beauty in small things around you. Be aware and in awe of the very miracles of life itself.

Take time to reflect. Make each day a new discovery. See the beauty and self-worth in who you are, a unique individual created to achieve a purpose that only your can attain.

Consider your growth, education, goals as a personal investment. You are an asset to the world around you, discover your attributes God has given you.

Take time to be quiet and go within. To seek the spiritual in the universal. Discover what you love in life what you do well. What are the gifts you have been given?

Let God in your heart that you may grow. Open your mind that you may better see. Live your life making each day count. Take time to commune with nature and to truly see, in full awareness, how God provides for all his creation, and that there is a place for everything in life.

It is not the dramas that make life what it is, but the small everyday joys that create an abundance of blessings. Make your world a thing of beauty and you will be the star.


Turn off and turn on

We seem to be awash in a storm of violence where we turn. The nightly T.V. announces it as regularly as the weather report. War, drive-bys, robberies, rapes, murder, mass murder in ever increasing numbers. But the hardest to understand is the violent crimes committed by mere children.

Where has the world gone wrong that the children of the world are so lost? What have we failed to teach them: of love one another; of respect for our differences; of being God's children; of an abhorrence to violence; of soul, of self, of spirit. We should not be saturating the young with violence whether it be on the news, movies, videos or our own sense of prejudice.

To allow this is a form of child abuse in itself. We need to protest and loudly, to boycott conspicuously and to teach values clearly. What happened to the family that prays together? What happened to parental awareness? What happened to "bring the children to me"?

Those that love God do not love violence. Those that follow the saints learn to seek peace. Those that are taking time to pray are not using that time to hurt, harm, kill and maim. Are we becoming desensitized through saturation? Are we so immune that we know the proper tributes to bring to sites of violent mass destruction?

Will someone write a book of etiquette for community mourning? Not only do we need to learn to take back our neighborhoods bot to regain our families. Do we know where our children are? What they are doing? and with whom?

Turn off the T.V. and turn on the communication. Pray together each day. Give our children less things and more love. Be involved as a family. Take time  to do things together. Take time not only to lecture but to listen, truly listen, and to teach.



There is
a language
that is touch
which consoles
lends a hand
holds a sigh
wipes a tear
shelters one
against a fear
makes love to the
one beloved
hugs a why
kisses goodbye
the voice of touch
which knows no words
whispers in silence
seeking the spirit...


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Another day

My house faced
the rising sun's
eastward greetings
I'd watch it race
and sing and strum
until it's light was fleeting
thankful for its grace
another day is done


Music Boxes

Music boxes
play little tunes
without really
knowing why
sort of like humans
I think
music boxes
only sing
when they flip
their lids
sort of like humans
I think
humans get wound up
sort of like
music boxes
I think...


The calm man

The calm man
long after violence
has subdued the violence
and the heart
of the warrior
is heavy and burdened
with his loss
his gain
the calm man remains
quietly unmoved
untouched by
the evolution of life...


The Climb

I think of the way you moved to me,
the patent way you brought me with
to climb...
I guess it only happens like that
once in a lifetime

The way we opened up
to let each other in
and the way we closed again,
like petals
not like people

We were there,
you and I
I wonder if we'll ever
climb that high


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

It happens

I'm a little
dead inside
it happens
when love


When I cry

I know you thought I cried too long
it isn't you
or anything you said or did
it's just that sometimes
when I cry
I go back and lose everything
I ever lost... again
it isn't you
it's just my beginnings
crashing into my endings...


Monday, November 11, 2013

Those first promises

What a vicious good thing it was,
that spring when
we made those first promises...
before we were wrapped in arms
that didn't care what we looked like.
Our place held more love
than any one place
at any one time...
Even then we know (didn't we?)
how valuable that time would seem to us later...


My Friend

In you
I had a wonderful friend,
the most inventive masochist couldn't
imagine the collective pain
we experienced.
What happened to one of we
happened to both of us.
We were like one person
with four legs.
We were more than friends.
We cried together,
we laughed like I've never laughed again,
we really loved each other,
at least I thought so...


Only as a friend

I have a friend
and he loves me
but only as a friend


Polite Indifference

It is not always the absence of love
that makes me seem alone,
often it's been too much love
given to me by the wrong people
for the wrong reasons
that keeps me here,
gladly alone,
rather than have the life sucked
out of me by the violent needs
of other minds and bodies
that does not mean
that I'm not grateful...
but I am sad
not to be able to put my arms
around those who truly loved me
and give them something more
than polite indifference.
Oh, how I tried.
I think they should know
I tried...
and I choose to be alone
rather than wrapped in arms
I could never need.


Salty Streaks

Memories wash away with tears
warmly rolling down my cheeks
until they dry and disappear
leaving only salty streaks
of each of those long away years


Just in case

You're so much more important
to me than any work I'll ever do...

and just so you know
I would have rather been your
lady than anything I'll ever be...

and just in case you ever think
nobody does,
"I Love You".


Sunday, November 10, 2013

It was nice meeting you

I lost you in passing days
of forgetting, scrambled
memories, some faded
some not, and all those
moments seemed to
leave me out....
in the cold
of non-existence
beyond my understanding
past my pleading
for just some recognition
not for things I'd done
just for who I was
your daughter
you couldn't see me
or make that connection
all you had to say was
"it was nice meeting you"
my only reply was
"you too, goodbye"...


Inherited Moments

The way he turns,
the way he gives me words
to go to sleep with...

Did he inherit moments
from other times?
another face
or mind?

Surely he must have learned
how to love me
by loving someone else...


Saturday, November 9, 2013

Separate Unity

There is a way
a kind of separate unity,
that keeps people together
He is free
and so am I
love does not imprison us
it lets us go
It's far more peaceful
and infinitely more secure
knowing we are together
because we want to be
and not
because we have to be...


Friday, November 8, 2013

Picking Flowers

He who picks a flower
has not found the earth
to be his home...



When I met you
I just knew
I'd never be the same
When I lost you
I felt the same,


In your eyes

In your eyes
I see all
the people
I've ever loved...


Chin in the clouds

Pretend you're the queen of the world
and all else are beneath you
when you're way up there
with your chin in the clouds
no one can walk on you
it's when you come down to earth
and they find out that you're vulnerable
they look for your achilles heel
and strike you dead.


Thursday and Friday

It was on a Thursday
when you drew your last breath
It was on a Friday
when I tried to face your death


You're not here

I'm raw with emotion
I'm numb with tears
I see you everywhere
but you're not here


Left Behind

For those of us
left behind
may your star
in heaven
light our way
back to you
and guide us
in between
that final day


Nourished Dreams

There are places
within a man
no woman could ever know
at the bottom of himself... somewhere
broken faces
and dreams he's nourished
since he was wide-eyed
and ten
and believing in everything....


Thursday, November 7, 2013

Deep Freeze

My sorrow has been so heavy
I have to strain to breathe
the loss of you doesn't equate
my world thrown into a deep freeze
a silent suffering to contemplate



I did not mean to contaminate
his life with my complications
with my own confusion,
to allow his need for me
to encourage the collective myths
little girls are fed for breakfast
I did not unite with him
so that he must divide himself...
He only meant to love me,
he did not mean to come this far...


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A new star

Heaven gained a new star
with your passing away
now the skies are blessed
with a new soul to shine
giving joy and light to all
just as you did for me


The sun always rises

The sun always rises
illuminating the way
casting out the shadows
of the troubles we encounter
bringing us a brand new day


Sometimes we're helpless to help

There are times when we feel helpless and frustrated, especially when a loved one a friend is struggling with an addiction, in an abusive relationship or is unfairly treated at work or home.

When our children are small we can lead and guide them, but when they are grown we cannot make them follow where they refuse to go, even if it's for their own good or for the best outcome.

We can only be prepared to be there if they reach out and to pray for their welfare. Oftentimes they are aware that they are on a downward spiral, that their behavior is self destructive, and yet choose (not always consciously) to continue in the same vein.

You cannot protect them from themselves. Oh, if you are near you can take the keys away, but you may not always be there. Ask their angels to watch over, not only them, but those they encounter along the way.

Pray that others will intervene when you cannot. And pray to God to show them the way and that they may open their heart to follow.

Sometimes we have to pray for that bottom they're supposed to hit that they may climb up out of it. It may be hard to pray for someone to fail so that they may eventually win, but at times it is the necessity. Put it in God's hand and in the hands of the angels.

For we ourselves cannot always accompany them to the depths that they are going. And we need but realize, no one ever travels the road of life alone. We have free will, and free won'ts as well. The best and truest will is allowing the will of God and accepting the better outcome than we would choose for ourselves.

Do not be an enabler, do not abet destructive behavior. At times we are required to be silent lest we drive loved ones away. Know always when you stand with God He will send you guides and all will be well.


Stars some say

Angels fill the night sky
stars some call them
shining down on us
answering prayers
and guiding us in the dark


In the green valley

The loneliest place
I've ever been
was not when
I was alone...

It was in a room
in the green valley
where I was in love
with someone
who wasn't in love
with me...


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Slow Down

There days when we seek silence and serenity. We we slow down to be at peace. Put on some Gregorian Chants, soft music, soothing symphonies. Burn incense, or fragrant oils to clarify. Bring in some fresh flowers simply for their beauty. Read a book that you've been waiting to find the time for.

Take a solitary walk in nature. Just be. This is a time for contemplation and nurturing. Pamper yourself. Fix your favorite comfort foods. Relax. Restore. Remember. You deserve moments that honor your spirit. To be unfettered and unburdened.

All things will wait. Shut off the phone if necessary. When the soul seeks rest, honor it as you would the request of someone most dear.

Remember God loves you and did not put you here for the purpose to hurry and scurry through life. But to be conscious in it, to breathe it in awareness. To slow down that you may better see. To quiet yourself that you may take the time to know. To seek silence that you may better hear. To seek calm that you may truly feel. And in this serenity you discover a sense of being more alive than in all your hurried accomplishments.

Outdoors you actually notice the cloud's movements, the caress of a breeze, the crisp, clear fragrance of nature. Nothing is rushed but evolves. Flowers slowly open to the warmth of the day. Bees go from blossom to blossom collecting their nectar, not hurrying in their gathering.

The sun rises and takes a whole day before it sets again making its way slowly across the sky. At night it will be replaced by the moon and stars and bathe us in their golden glow. And the night creatures come out to feed and frolic.

Life is a cycle. We need not always hurry through it, but take time to let it envelop us in its great mystery and beauty. This is truly life.


One of those days

We all have bad news days. Ones that cause us to fret and fear. The purpose of fear, truly, is to remind us to trust. There is a purpose to everything under the sun, and to every event in our existence.

Have faith that God will help you to handle it. That He can achieve the best outcome. Look for the lesson in what occurs. What are we here to learn? What is God showing us that we missed knowing? How can we grow through the experience?

Some things we worry about are not our lessons to learn, but other's. Because they are our children, or family, someone we love, a good friend we take upon ourselves the events that unfold in their life.

We forget that everything is not about us. Sometimes all we need to do is listen. Sometimes people don't want advice, just a sympathetic ear and heart.

What we can do is pray for their guidance, strength, and that they may learn and grow through what they came here to know, and that they may evolve in spirit on their journey in life.

We don't have all the answers, or all the wisdom for we too are only human. We are here to learn, to remember, and to progress.

Sometimes what we consider, at first, bad news turns out to be a blessing in disguise. A life changing event to a new and better path. Or a wake up call when we're on the wrong one. A time to reevaluate our priorities, our values, our mistakes, our goals and what is truly important.

Bad news can be a spirit call that brings us into alignment with the divine. We may learn to let go, to discover "thy will, not my will" may lead to greater happiness and peace.

We may rediscover a talent, a forgotten dream that we were meant to cultivate, use, and share that we may make a difference in the lives of others. Something we buried on the rollercoaster of life. It could be a good news day, unrecognized.



We caught the train in Paris
and headed towards the coast
seeking out the chalice
and to the past drink a toast
in an ancient palace
filled with our ancestor's ghosts


Unspoken is love

He loves me...
He never has to say it out loud.
He loves me by staying with me
when all the doors are open,
by walking across a room
to touch my hair... or my face,
and by letting go of my hand,
and not wanting to.


Monday, November 4, 2013

Find Yourself

To discover the mystery of our true self is a journey in itself, for as adults we've learned to project what others expect. We often hide behind we we do: wife, mother, grandmother, business woman, nurse, counselor, shopper, laundry maid, housekeeper, and on and on.

But we are more than what we do or the partnerships we are committed to and the families we tend. We get so caught up in serving others we forget ourselves and what we need to nurture our authentic self, our spirit, our inner child.

We need to take time to heal old wounds so that we may grow. We need to take time to pamper the spirit that we may blossom. We need to take time for ourselves to remember who we are and not just what needs to be done.

We need time for silent meditation to go within, to recapture our dreams and remember we too have desires. We need to take time to soak and bathe, to polish and shine, to pray and be at peace so we don't forget, we too, are a beautiful child of God.

We need to take time to play, to reconnect with our joy. To take time to read, to feed our intellect. We need to take time in nature to reconnect with the universe and the abundance of beauty God has created.

We need time to feel small, loved, protected and comforted and remember we are never alone for the divine keeps us in His loving care and is just waiting for us to seek Him.

We need time to express our gratitude daily for it opens our eyes to living instead of just doing. We need to take time for music for it feeds the soul.

We need to take time to laugh and love for that is part of our nature. It's okay to run barefoot on the beach, to climb in a swing and to try to touch the sky, for there is an imp in all of us.

Take time to plant and watch things grow for it is speaking to mother earth. Take time to find yourself, the real you is not lost, just neglected, but not forgotten.


Take time today

Time passes slowly and is gone swiftly, before we know it. Take time to recognize the gift of it, one day at a time. Do not worry for tomorrow or dwell on the mistakes of the past for this is a loss of the present and serves no good purpose.

To do our spiritual homework is an aid to growth. Do it, release it and move on. Regret is a valley of sorrow not meant to be lived in but traveled through briefly on our way to higher ground.

Like a storm that comes and wrecks havoc and then speeds on its way. Let it go and then breathe a sigh of relief that all is well. That a new day has arrived and count your blessings.

Worry will not change one thing that is destined to happen and wastes energy for what may never happen. Be of care not to draw to you negative experiences by your belief in them.

When we look for misfortune we often find it while climbing over the rubble of blessings we never noticed. We are often blinded to the daily miracles of everyday life for the lack of vision to see what is right in front of us. We didn't see the silver lining when we were concentrating on the dark clouds.

What we seek is what we find. When we remember to count our blessings each day and to be in gratitude, we begin to notice more: like the parking space that just opened up, the birds that built a nest in your hanging basket, the scent of a flower you took the time to smell.

Blessings add up to more than we imagine when we're conscious in our awareness of them. There is not a day that passes, that something happens, for us to be grateful for.

We can even be grateful for those things we don't want and didn't receive. For having our life instead of another's. For we can always find someone worse off than we, ourselves, are.

Do small things just for the joy of it. A brief walk, a few minutes out of doors, a short meditation. It brings us back to awareness and a sense of gratitude, and the gift of "this" day.


I received a letter

I received a letter today and it filled me with both joy and sorrow. Joy for the receipt of it, for it is a person I have held most dear, and I felt sorrow for how little it said and how much it revealed.

It was a "me" letter speaking of another accomplishment. It didn't address any caring, or missing you, or acknowledge so much unsaid between us. And this saddened me both for the loss of what I felt was once there a long time ago, or for the lost art of letter writing which used to express so much more.

I suppose the fact that it was written and sent is a reaching out in inself. And what do I want to do with it or about it? I'm not sure. Do people realize what is unspoken says as much as when we write or speak?

Silence too is a form of communicating. What if you open your heart and receive nothing in return but the lost echo of your own words? When is it appropriate to leave well enough alone?

"What would Jesus do?" is the latest saying and a good one to make us truly consider our options. God help all wounds heal, mine as well as others. Let me truthful with myself at least . Let me mourn and release and accept what is. Let me not have expectations of others but instead seek a greater spiritual growth within myself.

Let me withhold judgements, for they are not for me to make. Let me treasure the small gifts of a familiar hand and not concentrate on what it says. Let me be at peace with myself.

Let me recognize the small miracle of a letter in itself. God does work in mysterious ways. Remember to be grateful for all that we receive.

Some things are not for our immediate understanding. Have faith that God knows more than we do and all will be revealed in time.

Trust, faith, belief, these are God's messages. He loves us unconditionally and will always show us the way. Be in thoughtful silence and the answer will come to you.



My first memories of you
show reflections of a
shy and anxious look.
You were ready to grow
but did not know the way..
"Be my friend" were the
words that started our journey.
Many people have traveled
with me since I met you.
Some stay minutes, while
others linger through
passing seasons.
Somehow you're different
from the rest.
For you have become
more than my friend
you are my purpose in life
my reason for being.
Many miles are behind us now.
We have both changed.
Our growth cannot be measured,
neither can our love.


Sunday, November 3, 2013

My Home

My home
a place of peacefulness
my dream come true
after years of struggle
now I can truly hang my hat
I've got a place to plant
a garden awaits...
I've a home for my cats
and blessings to count
my heart knows new peace
my soul is content...


At heaven's gate

Pops you were my world
the idol of a little girl
oh, how I loved you so
it broke my heart to see you go
in time we'll be together again
when with the angels I ascend
until then please do wait
and I'll meet you at heaven's gate...


Our awaiting home

Lap the still waters
feel the gentle breeze
this our garden of Eden
our awaiting home
where we'll find peace
where tears will cease
and we'll rejoice
together in heaven


You opened a door

You opened a door
to a world of peace
that I'd only dreamed
such possibility
a blessing  to me
these unknown realms
now await exploring...



I talk
you listen
it's prayer
and solace
for me
are too much
joy comes
each day Lord
I thank you
for listening...



The mountains know
not limits in reaching
towards the sky
stars lighting them
at night, in silence
clouds kiss them
and blanket them
with snow
clouds cleanse them
washing them with rain
their majestic timeless
glory, such I behold
they embrace me
with such wonder
as I climb them
in my dreams...


Give me insight

Give me insight
guide my travels
on this long road
send me angels
to heal the hurt
and share the joy
in all my days...


God's gift of today

Today is a day of God's love and of spiritual sharing. It is a journey of and by the spirit to ground me in my beliefs and to reawaken my appreciation of the wonders of the divine all around me.

I see God in the freshness after the rain and in the clouds overhead. I see God in my interaction with others and our ability to speak of the spirit to each other and to be our authentic selves with no fear of censure. To open up and left the Divine in.

I see God in the birds bathing and in the flowers blooming. I see God's hand in each archway, hallway and path that I travel on, through and around.

I feel God in my eyes, making me see more clearly. In my mind, making me more conscious and in my heart that I am not only open to the experience but to all those I meet along the way.

I feel God in the blessing of food and drink we partake of. It feeds not just the body but the spirit and is a blessing to be shared with friends.

I feel God in my thought and prayers that are filled with love and concern for family and friends. I feel God in the gift of time and of this day.

I hear God in the sound of the sea and the waves breaking and in the laughter of children. I find God in each shell along the beach and I gather them like blessings to keep and to share.

I know God in each pain I feel and I am reminded of His Son's suffering for us. And I offer up my small discomfort for all those who are in torment, are persecuted and especially for those who are lost and don't believe.

I experience God in the greater awareness He has given me and in the divine blessings of this day. I bless God in gratitude for all the gifts He has bestowed including the traffic that moves safely and smoothly taking us back to our homes and those waiting for our return.

God I walked with you today and I am refreshed.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

The purr of a cat

The world drives me to tears
some days are just like that
filled with sadness, filled with fear
filled with darkness to combat
but also filled with joy and cheer
sublime and subtle like the purr of a cat


Guide my path Lord

Dear God guide my path today and in all that I do and wherever I go be with me for this day. Some days are more of a struggle than others and at other times we can create a crisis in our own minds before leaving our beds. I don't want to do that God.

So I place the outcome of all things in your hands today. For I know you send us angels to guide us against misfortune. To protect us in our journeys and to whisper encouragement in our ears.

Let me have no negative thought but hold onto faith. For faith is our belief in a higher power. That power is the divine. We have free will, to make the choice to walk with God at all times and especially when we feel alone and troubled.

I am grateful for this spiritual time-out you have bestowed on me, dear Lord. That I have time to reassess my life, my path, my heart and my spirit. To look up and ask "am I serving my right purpose", or did I detour on the way? What am I here to do?

Show me the way Lord. Fill my path and heart with joy that I might bring your light to others. Use my talents to serve your greater good. Let not my will but divine will take charge this day.

Be there with me when I meditate, within my thoughts, when I pray and when I play. Give me a sense of humor today, God, that I don't take life too seriously.

Let me be aware of the hand of God in all I see, the dark clouds overhead filled with an abundance of rain. The damp smell of the earth, the flowers freshly showered.

It is a rebirth and a blessing from on high. Guide me on the road today and in my interactions with all who I encounter along my path.

Bathe me in your light. Put joy in my heart and peace in my spirit. Walk with me today. Point out the many blessings that enhance the way. Be my umbrellas and my guide for this do I pray.


Friday, November 1, 2013

We had the sea

We had the sea
its rhythm and motion
counting the passing
of the time between
us... alone, together
the sea nymph
diving deeper
in search of treasure


My Beach

I used to think I went there
because I wanted to be alone.
Later I found I went there because
I was alone....


An empty arm

You sit there
away from me
covering the empty space
at our sides
with your eyes
remembering perhaps,
about the emotions you feel,
the thoughts
that uncertainty brings
in the winter
in the moments
when the cold wind
blows through your sigh
come sit beside me
I've an empty arm
to hold you...


Waiting for some universe

of little earths
piled high along the ocean
waiting for some universe
to claim them....


I would touch you

I would touch you
if I thought I could,
touch you
as autumn
touches summer
with the wishful passing
of days
a sometime changing
of feelings
very slow
sort of like
the fading of day
all along the ocean
like your sigh
I wonder why
life seems
never ending...


I wonder

I wonder
if the stars are
all the candles
burning at night
by the lonely people
waiting for the one they love
to come home...



You sleep
within the confines
of your dreams
and watching you
I wonder what pleasantries
make you breathe
so softly
so gently
your hair
resting quietly
on your cheek
as a sleeping
kitten's paw
so innocent
in sleep
the limbo where
children's folly
prevails unknowingly
for the while...


Let love in

Let love in
despite the pain
it may later bring
for without either
you're not truly


It's a new day, give thanks

Today give thanks! For God has been working in your life. He has been transforming you, preparing you, grooming you for a new life. On a new path, doing new things, meeting new people, and it is a brand new day. Give thanks!

We have been awakened from the state of unconsciously doing into the time of conscious becoming. A time to feel more alive, in greater joy and awareness. It is like being born again to a new journey. It is a time to move on, to turn a corner in your life, to see what was waiting around the bend.

There are new lessons to be learned. New territory to be explored. New discoveries, new strengths, a new course in living. It is an opportunity of greater enlightenment. The new here and now has arrived.

Let go of the past, the future is waiting. Your destiny is here, invite it in. Ask the angels to join you and the divine to guide you. Be eager. Release fear, and faith will guard your doorway letting only joy, grace, love and divine blessings to enter.

This is the other side of the mountain you've been wanting to reach. Be in gratitude, for you are there, and a new process has begun. Now that you have found your authentic self be prepared to live life more fully, to be more generous of spirit, to receive more in gratitude.

To be in abundance by recognizing life itself is a divine gift. We lack nothing, in faith, for all we need God supplies. To acknowledge the divine in our life is to know greater joy, a deeper sense of living, a serenity of spirit and a new beginning.

Life reawakened in conscious awareness. Believe in yourself, for you are God's child. Believe in divine possibilities for you have a most generous Father. Believe in a new life for you are at the gateway. Take faith by the hand and and step through to a new quest. It is not our dream come to life. It is divine reality and we are the star.