Light

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Light

I am putting my heart into something new
And I have to say that I love the view
A panorama of serenity and country ease
Promise for as far as the hopeful eye sees
With glistening water to the left and right
A glimpse into a future, filled with light

The light of change, the light of the new
The light of a tomorrow with me and you
With all of us together, on any night
In the hearts of my family, I find the light


It’s not about religion, or God, or heaven

It’s the strength inherent in our group of seven
Two pillars to reinforce walls of the essential
For five young lives with boundless potential
Two who encourage what is morally right
And five burgeoning rays of limitless light

Light filled with friends and husbands and wives
The light of tomorrow is the light of our lives
Everyone feels welcome, on any night
In the of strength of this family, I find the light

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Rooms filled with our conversations and laughter
Walls that embrace images of before and after

 The warmth of a fire, and a comfortable bed
And the life of realities that lies ahead
Seeing and feeling and knowing it’s right
All of us reflected in this reassuring light

The light of this potential is within our sight
The light of tomorrow, expansive and bright
 Under the moon and the stars, on any night
In the warmth of our family, I find this light

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Grasp

Grasp

 The shadow of sadness seems ominous
over a life that is ebbing away
Helpless, no matter what I do
Insufficient, no matter what I say

When it’s quiet and the door closes
and my words have been left behind
All that I take with me is my loneliness
It’s as if life has robbed me blind

With only self-reflection and memories
I fill this void, so that I may see
With tears for now and never forgetting
I feel this grief washing over me

Time takes its exacting toll
as I struggle to understand
I reach out to touch the inevitable
while you hold my other hand.


Allow vulnerability to concede control

It’s this inner turmoil that is very real
Recognize and accept it for what it is
I must suffer, so that I can heal

This harsh reality is a necessary agony
Let it do its work and don’t resist
Must not repress, deny or bury my despair
I must yield to it, while we co-exist

My hopes are confronted by my despair
Sorrow that could stretch to any length
The future is my next opponent
Your support is my source of strength

Time devises its own agenda

Life seldom goes as planned
I reach out to grasp for yesterday
while you hold my other hand.


There’s a process to repair these lacerations
It takes time for wounds to mend
You held my hand at the bitter beginning
 I felt your presence to the better end

A soothing touch on my aching flesh
You hold the pulse of all I am feeling
With the sensation of your hand on mine
One hurting…and the other healing

Scars will show when I have healed
Jagged confirmation of how and when
Reminders of the cruel cuts of life
Yet signs that I am whole again

 I feel the grip of your reassurance
Rising from my grief, I am able to stand
I can let go, and motivate my mourning
While you hold my other hand.

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