There is nothing so comforting as the quiet glow of the lamplight, On a night stand while the world outside is asleep, It is a warm presence; not too bright and not too dim, But the exact disposition of light to calm hurried thoughts at the end of the day; A beacon guiding souls to distant lands hidden between the lines of a bedtime story, During the day’s earliest and latest hours it is a reminder that you are never truly alone.
Lamplight
485
Circle Chant
471
Sit beneath a purple bower Breath in deep the dreaming power Of wind and sky and tree and flower Till ebbs away the magic hour And the time has come to wander Through life’s pathways and to ponder Happenings close and far off yonder Till exercised the heart grows fonder Of tasting, touching, seeing, listening A world of wonder, and resisting That complacent bone when twitching Keep the moment that’s existing Fresh and new, full of flavor Colors vibrant meant to savor Go with gusto, do not waver Life is richer when you’re braver As the orange sun is setting Time has come again for resting Contemplate your varied blessings The circle’s made yet never ending.
A Listening Ear
405
What is the most valuable part of a person? A cunning mind? A heart of gold? Broad shoulders to carry the load? Maybe its better to be quick on your feet. To possess a strong stomach if you dislike what you eat. Each tiny atom it seems plays a role, In keeping together the whole of the soul. And while I appreciate each member’s place. Lately, one feature means more. And in case, You’re wondering what I’m taking so long to say, A tightness in my throat tends to keep words at bay. But there’s a reason my hand began these lines. My heart wants to thank you for taking the time… TO LISTEN It means more than you’d guess. When your mind is noisy and thoughts are a mess. It’s hard to see through eyes that shine, With tears and fears thwarting the climb. When your feet get tired; knees wobble and shake. Any movement you risk might be a mistake. That is the time arms reach upward for help. But Life’s lessons must often be learned for yourself. Your voice cries out. No one seems to hear. That’s when you need a listening ear. A listening ear, near…
A Pearl
398
Yet to me, the ultimate symbol of loveliness lies
Within a simple pearl.
Timeless and classic with exquisite grace,
The emblem of everything I aspire to be.
Kaleidoscope
3067
I am broken.Sharp pieces cut inside;leftovers of what I thought I was.But the world spins fast;Rearranging my jumbled life into new perspectives.And the Sun will rise in a few hours.All I have to do is wait for the Light,And the next pattern will shine through.Repeating what once was,But is now made new.
The Park Bench
3354
Today I sat on a park bench watching and waiting People passed by on the street without looking up I wondered why the ground was so interesting. One child dared glance up at my gaze A smile was in her eyes The breeze blew a crumpled paper to my feet. I almost didn’t look to see what was hidden there Smoothing the battered sheet displayed A beautiful drawing… too imperfect for its mortal maker Later I walked down the street A man was sitting on a park bench watching and waiting I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes His eyes smiled back
The Light-hearted Lilly
2968
I sat once in a garden swing enjoying a sunshiny day, When on the breeze I heard the talk of flower sprites underway. “Come and sing a song with me,” said the Lily to the Rose with sport. “I’m much too dignified for all of that,” was the red flower’s stuffy retort. So to the Daisy the Lily asked, “Won’t you join in my fun?” But the little bud was busy, soaking up the sun. She continued with effort to find a friend, but with no luck it came That the Lighthearted Lily decided on her own to play a game. She sang a song pure, simple, and sweet with a voice born in the dew; It made me forget the troubles of life bringing joy and spirit renewed. I too began to sing with the lily on the wind The song that all the lilies sing of how to be a friend. And one by one the song was joined by other garden dwellers; Such a chorus I’ve never heard like that of all the flowers.
Rain
3229
In the earliest moments of morning, Long before day decides to dawn. I lie awake in my bed. Drinking in the drizzle as it Tap dances across my open window Inhaling the wet mist drifting into my room. Cold air hangs above my warm blanket. Dark. Shadows creep across the walls. In this moment Entranced by the Simple Reality of Rain.
Around the Bend
2851
Traveling life’s bumpy road I’ve found turns around the bend Unexpected ups and downs Acquaintances and friends At times the path leads to a mountain And I struggle with the climb But when I look down from the top I see a grand design How all things in this world connect Each person is part of a plan To teach and stretch and strengthen To press forward hand in hand We need each other to reach our goals Who knows what’s round the next bend In helping others we help ourselves To strive on and endure to the end.
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth E. Wein
2425
I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can’t believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant.
But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.