a broom and possibilities

a broom in hand
think
of the possibilities

ah, but alas without one
sadness
in the spaces between

to employ those uses are
alive
left in the hand of the poet

...

a broom handle and head
ah, were a broom in my hand
now I would ...

the ceiling would echo
through to the floor
to the chamber within above

the floor would creak
under the weight of hearts
through the space between

a broom in hand
we would live
the possibilities

something that abides

have you ever held something 

in your hand 

and known you 

had held it 

sometime before 

but let it go ... 

this time 

you hold it, 

turning it over - 

this time 

to know 

something 

answers from within your heart ... 

have you ever held something 

in your heart 

and known you 

had held it 

sometime before 

but let it go ... 

this time 

you hold it 

closer, more gently, 

and ponder it longer - 

this time 

to really know – 

to know 

the something that abides 

there lighting your way ... 

invite and find ways

gentleness and grace thrive in a garden filled with rocks ...

 

writing letters
that must be

written

and

must not be

sent

are easier

written

when you have

invited an unseen guest

to stand beside you

and

a graceful "I love ..."

finds ways

to hover

in the spaces between ...

love is perfect now ...

i did not get to say good-bye

life ripped away to

where hands are not seen

we meet until hungry chicks cry

as the dawn breaks

still we do not say good-bye                    His love is perfect now

                 

i did not say good bye

life slipped away to

where hands are not seen

we meet until hungry chicks cry

as the dawn breaks
still we do not say goodbye                     Her love is perfect now

Evening

evening

listen as the wee birds sleep
'neath the shelter of their parent's wing

ah, to hear this sound
ah, to know the joy this gives their maker

listen as the children sleep
after love has tucked them into their beds

ah, to hear this sound
ah, to know the joy this gives their maker

Early Morning

early morning

birds singing
listen
the heart's song

wings flutter
watch
the heart's rhythm

rise
greet
love

blessing a loved one's night sleep

softly breathing

wings spreading

today’s heart

heaven accepts

as time flies

til dew appears

your feet walk

in the sun’s love