Today I'm feeling forgiven .... so if I have hurt any of you by my words, actions or lack ... I am so so sorry ... please forgive me....
the longer
I live
the more mistakes
I make
the more mistakes
I make
the more I need
to say
I'm sorry
not for what you did
not for what you said
but for what
I did and
for what
I said
when I release
forgiveness for
myself
I free you
and
I free me
because
your behavior
doesn't dictate
my response
I do that all
on my
own
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
We who were
More
Are now less
And by being less
We are more than
Enough
Numbers
First just one
And then just two
Three and four
Not just a few
Minus one and then two more
Three come in
One out the door
Makes for four now five now six
One is gone
One can't mix
Full house
Only one way to go
One by one they grow
And go
Now just two
And life is sweet
Full or empty life's a treat
More
Are now less
And by being less
We are more than
Enough
Numbers
First just one
And then just two
Three and four
Not just a few
Minus one and then two more
Three come in
One out the door
Makes for four now five now six
One is gone
One can't mix
Full house
Only one way to go
One by one they grow
And go
Now just two
And life is sweet
Full or empty life's a treat
time to let go
holding on too hard
and too long
the past is past
wrongs still are wrong
time doesn't matter
when hurt stays strong
only letting go
will right some wrongs
its not giving up
its not giving in
its not saying
sins not sin
its just giving back
dignity for pain
its just giving back
sun for rain
sometimes it takes
a lot of rain
before the sun
can shine again
a season for anger
a season to grieve
a season for a heart
to grow and live
now is my season
now is my time
i pray that you know
when your time is mine
holding on too hard
and too long
the past is past
wrongs still are wrong
time doesn't matter
when hurt stays strong
only letting go
will right some wrongs
its not giving up
its not giving in
its not saying
sins not sin
its just giving back
dignity for pain
its just giving back
sun for rain
sometimes it takes
a lot of rain
before the sun
can shine again
a season for anger
a season to grieve
a season for a heart
to grow and live
now is my season
now is my time
i pray that you know
when your time is mine
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
today is forever
and for today
I can hold you and giggle
I can put you in my lap and cuddle
I can stroke your furry softness
and for today
I can breathe in your soft breath
I can hide in my pillow from your doggy kisses
I can revel in your funny grin
and for today
I can race you to the chair
I can save the cat from your wrath
I can watch as you scout out the yard for danger
because today is forever
and tomorrow
tomorrow is not yet to be
I am growing older
and I can see the number of my days
but not yet
They are formless
hinting at a greater loss
but not yet
they dream of shorter steps and
runless days
but not yet
they promise only less
not more
but not yet
because today
is the day of life
and it is the day
I celebrate
not yet
and for today
I can hold you and giggle
I can put you in my lap and cuddle
I can stroke your furry softness
and for today
I can breathe in your soft breath
I can hide in my pillow from your doggy kisses
I can revel in your funny grin
and for today
I can race you to the chair
I can save the cat from your wrath
I can watch as you scout out the yard for danger
because today is forever
and tomorrow
tomorrow is not yet to be
I am growing older
and I can see the number of my days
but not yet
They are formless
hinting at a greater loss
but not yet
they dream of shorter steps and
runless days
but not yet
they promise only less
not more
but not yet
because today
is the day of life
and it is the day
I celebrate
not yet
made and unmade
made by my mother
unmade by her pain
made by my father
unmade by disdain
made by my friends
unmade as I grew
made by my voices
unmade by them too
made by my lovers
unmade when love fled
made by my husband
the unmaking I dread
made by my children
grandchildren
and more
made by myself
now I'm no longer
poor
made by my mother
unmade by her pain
made by my father
unmade by disdain
made by my friends
unmade as I grew
made by my voices
unmade by them too
made by my lovers
unmade when love fled
made by my husband
the unmaking I dread
made by my children
grandchildren
and more
made by myself
now I'm no longer
poor
Saturday, March 07, 2015
The house
Windows drooping in sleepy
Obedience
Doors whisper to their jambs
Stairs give up their burdenous day
Creaking with heartfelt sighs
Tomorrow may we be filled
With laughter ... Love ... You
Again
sun drenched doves wings
Gaily play
With blue hills racing by
They tip their wings
At seagulls
Shades against the sky
The pull of tide, the sands warm breath
Draw seas and shells ashore
They'll sit and watch eternity
As we do evermore
The bright moon is my nightlight
The stars they light my way
They fairy dust the night time sky
And wander wild and fey
The wind directs my footfalls
As I join their midnight play
Until the morning steals their light
And moonfall fades to day
For you Carolyn
Windows drooping in sleepy
Obedience
Doors whisper to their jambs
Stairs give up their burdenous day
Creaking with heartfelt sighs
Tomorrow may we be filled
With laughter ... Love ... You
Again
sun drenched doves wings
Gaily play
With blue hills racing by
They tip their wings
At seagulls
Shades against the sky
The pull of tide, the sands warm breath
Draw seas and shells ashore
They'll sit and watch eternity
As we do evermore
The bright moon is my nightlight
The stars they light my way
They fairy dust the night time sky
And wander wild and fey
The wind directs my footfalls
As I join their midnight play
Until the morning steals their light
And moonfall fades to day
For you Carolyn
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