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a dancer’s resolution

December 31, 2016

i used to love to dance
to move across the floor
and take the willing hand
of one unknown before

there’s something life-affirming
in reaching out to share
to steady, to encourage
a step, a move, a dare

somewhere in those moments
i felt the clock stand still
as if, for just a second
it bent to serve my will

but now, it’s new year’s eve
and time has fled so fast
without this precious gift
that used to make it last

so somehow i will manage
despite my circumstance
to capture time this year
by taking him to dance

the contented spirit

July 27, 2015

this shadow of a withered ghost
drifts in and out of consciousness
drawing its slow and shallow breath
from sweet but fading memories

images of one who truly was
if for preciously brief moments
someone, something, seen as special
through the eyes of promising youth

time and tired distance lengthens
as the bonds upon the soul slip
but here, amidst it all, is a sight
like looking down upon the earth

strange to see the order of it
that rough outline of the maze
sensing every twist and turn
every step and weekend lost

it must seem a curse to some
those fearful, wistful, empty hearts
tracing their few and simple paths
uncertain still where it all ends

but what a beauty is the life well lived
its stunning mosaic wipes away
the loss, regret, and ends of being
to reveal the long desired path toward home

a lasting kiss

December 12, 2011

somewhere in the moment
your lips first touched to mine
a gentle loving smile
crept upon the face of time

and he whispered in the darkness
‘cross the distance we call space
so together these dimensions
might hold fast to our embrace

in the instant, all drew quiet
as life’s hurried motion ceased
its weight, its doubt, its worry
from our souls at once released

through the stillness of forever
we kissed eternity
no past or future touching on
its present memory

though the world has since resumed
and the miles turned to days
the moment lingers constant
with the thoughts our hearts conveyed

and we, at times, so far apart
when weak, or in despair
seek shelter in the knowledge               
we’ll find each other there

what matters

November 30, 2011

yours is mine as yesterday
was so much like tomorrow
and what will be
our tears foresee
in joy as well as sorrow

for everything is everything
and nothing ever changes
but time and space
a name, a face
and wisdom through the ages

which is to say, in some respects
the world is what we make it
its soul, its heart
so much a part
of we who oft mistake it

if there were (1982)

April 11, 2011

if there were words
for all that we feel
a page could bring comfort
and help one’s heart heal
through wisdom conveyed
in the thoughts it revealed

and if there were stars
in every night sky
for passionate lovers
to be guided by
the sound of a kiss
would consume every sigh

and if there were peace
through all of this land
then children of all men
could walk hand in hand
conquering hatred
by deed, not command

and if there were faith
within each of us
if we but believed
as a matter of trust
in God and the heavens
and did as we must…

together with courage
the words we would find
to comfort each heart
to love, to be kind
and make our own peace
with whomever we find.

special

February 27, 2011

what is it that makes her special
makes her presence felt so deeply
midst this talented collection
of degrees in arts and letters

could it be she is so careful
to observe the best in people
and to share those observations
with assuring inspiration

what accomplishment is greater
than to lift the human spirit
through such genuine expression
that one’s memory records it

none of all our so-called brilliance
ever shined nearly as brightly
as the light from thoughts we treasure
when our hearts seem lost in darkness

this life lesson did she teach me
while her own world was in shadows
when I stopped to offer comfort
but instead found myself healed.

for my good friend Heather Lewis upon her retirement 

my prayer

December 9, 2010

thank you for this day of life
these gifts of breath and consciousness
of will and that perceptiveness
experience translates to growth

thank you for the beauty shared
in nature’s blue-green mystery
compelling curiosity
to look, to wonder, and to dream

thank you for those lives since past
whose virtue, heart, and sacrifice
survive their mortal, frail device
in freedom and discovery

and for friends now here with me
whose strength is mine without request
whose weakness has revealed my best
may they know faith, and peace, and love

thank you for your guiding hand
the inspiration you provide
the burdens that you cast aside
and for the rise of each new sun

leading me to peace of mind
to character, humility
to courage and the sympathy
to serve that purpose yet unknown

and the strength to free, forgive
those memories of errors past
regardless of whose hand first cast
the stone upon this shared glass house

thank you for the gift of faith
my happiness, security
good health and loving family
who were, and are, your stewards here

and thank you for your gracious love
first among divinity’s gifts
source of the very soul it lifts
to glimpse the promises of heaven

may mercy conquer suffering
may truth, and love, and common sense
prevail before the consequence
of all our conflicts come to pass

and may you know my gratitude
for every second, every day
before my time has passed away
and we are reunited.

the rhythm of pines park

January 23, 2010

there’s a rhythm to this life
a backbeat to all our dances
hidden in the everyday noise
of our ordinary survival

we heard it plainly as children
before desires became needs
and needs became burdens
weighing down the music’s tempo

but here, among the pines, it breathes
a sweet steady staccato
stripped of the stress and struggle
that so often drowns it out

here the rhythm flourishes
in its penultimate form
heaven’s own surround sound
filling the soul from earth and sky

in the shallows of its lake
waters ripple to the snap
of a dozen minnows’ tails
disappearing into pebbled nests below

a breeze picks up in quick pursuit
chasing through the crests of waves
trailed by diamond-like reflections
of our distant golden star

tall grass rustles at the water’s edge
rousing squirrels to their hide-and-seek
while waiting on unwanted morsels
abandoned by some picnicker

the pines themselves soon whistle back
as winds cue the various birds
who compete with rap and melody
for the affections of all from above

this is my sanctuary, my church
home to life’s affirmation
where first I spoke to God about you
though we had yet to meet

long have I waited for this day
to sweep you into my arms
and dance to this magical music
till our steps become one with its rhythm.

my christmas wish

December 23, 2009

it’s snowing on the gold coast
the palms are draped soft white
whispers carried through the breeze
sing carols to the night

from christmas lights and candles
their magic all aglow
a sense of peace, of hope, of love
a joy, begins to grow

it lifts the weight of daily life
it stirs the soul to rise
visions of the best you are
appear before your eyes

reflections of encouragement
you offered to a friend
forgiveness where the circumstance
gave license to offend

the patience and the kindness
revealed in each good deed
the simple act of charity
performed for one in need

the character which moved you
to speak against that wrong
when others, well-intentioned
were silent for too long

the moment your ambition
gave way to something more
a greater sense of purpose
than you had known before

for these, the gifts you’ve given
give birth to those received
as faith and inspiration
in yourself should be achieved

the promise of the new year
my christmas wish for you
begins with recognition
in yourself for all you do.

angel

May 21, 2009

there must have been a time
so many tears ago
when you prayed against those nightmares
that swept away your dreams

I was somewhere else then
unaware and unacquainted
with the birth of that distant smile
that cool, beautiful mask

yet I can feel this past
it is a part of me
as if the memories were my own
witnessed from beside you

my feeling knows no cause
no reason but that prayers
(our hope-filled pleas to the source of all)
survive the spoken word

and there is a purpose
an aim to their survival
one revealed as intuition
confirmed within a sigh

it breathes in conversation
to an atmosphere of faith
so I might question of the mask
and you might think to lift it

it is a difficult thing
to trust, to believe again
to aspire to the fairy tale
of a youth that now seems lost

but all that draws me to you
speaks of greater dreams awaiting
concealed along with all you are
in bittersweet disguise

it tells me there’s a magic
beyond the masquerade
one in need of incantation
to summon forth its charms

now, as I pray for words
kneeling as you did before
I realize through my faith in you
the first I heal is me.