Unnoticed

There is magic in this night.

Brilliance in its darkness and darkness in its light.

Tonight, my soul is deep in the arms of midnight,

Too deep to see,

Too blind to know,

Its cries too silent to be heard.

I am astounded by the simplicity of this midnight,

But also shocked by its truth.

Too much time has passed with too little thought and

Now… what of now? 

It is gone.

Forever to remain,

Unnoticed.

The Missing Piece

I am tired,

Tired of fighting myself.

I have improved; I have found a way,

A good and honest way,

But the old ways and feelings

Die hard in spite of what I want.

I don’t want to feel this anymore

I want it to go away – completely.

But I know it never will.

It can’t until I do, and even then…

It has become a part of me,

Not the me you see but

The me I know

And that me doesn’t know how to erase it completely.

There is no erase button,

No permanent “delete” option.

My Being accepts that fact and holds him still,

Not because of me, but in spite of me.

Some days, when I am not aware,

That I am even thinking about him

It breaks through again in silent,

Unbidden tears.

Are they for me?

Or him?

Are they for a way that should have been,

A way that needed to be but wasn’t?

I guess I will never know.

They say it doesn’t matter as it is no more.

It is not present in the now, only in the past.

But I think my Being left a little piece of me behind when it moved on.

It is that little piece of me that still belongs to him

That I miss most.

God Space

The night sky displays

A sea of stars that shine as

Pinpoints of hope in the darkness.

It is a sweet darkness,

A still darkness in the arms of God.

He holds his creation close to his heart and

Gives it space to grow and spread His promise of love’s light.

The confluence of our channels of prayer and the gathering of oms has the power to

Open the sails of change.

Sails that steer ships with hulls full of enlightened souls

Through the welcoming love of God’s thoughts

Populating the emptiness between the stars

And the heart of the Creator.

It is through us that His word becomes manifest

And His darkness is empty no more.

Summer Nights

Star fields swim on summer nights,

As Moon rolls across the sky,

Stirring them in her wake.

At midnight, Mother rests, sleepy from summer sun’s toasting,

While crickets quiet down and trees rest their arms and sleep too.

Gentle night breezes stir leaves in a quiet hush and

Mother Earth sighs and surrenders to another

Summer night in peace.

August

August, a month of

Heavy air, morning mists and summer’s last hurrah.

Its sultry nights are drenched in humid air and thunder

With light shows between the clouds at midnight and

Rain hissing in the dark on the forest green.

Late summer dawns are still and thick and hang over

Flowers spent and gardens full.

In late August the earth speaks to me in fruits and vegetables,

Hay fields and corn rows, empty fields and full root cellars,

Reminding me that Summer’s end is near.

Darkness

The stillness of the night air

Hangs heavy outside my window.

Its darkness threatens to come in,

But my reading light keeps it at bay, and

Although the light is bright, drips of silent night

Sneak in around the edges of my window sill

And puddle on the floor by the curtain hem

To remind me of the darkness that lurks just outside

My window

And my heart.

He Understood

When I stopped talking to God,

He stopped talking to me.

When I stopped listening to him,

He stopped listening to me.

He is not spiteful,

Just  honest.

When I blamed him for my circumstances,

He shed a single tear in eternity and was sad for my choices.

When I was angry with him for a death,

He understood.

When I questioned the reasons for my being,

He sent inaudible words of encouragement into the lonely darkness of my soul, words only I could hear.

When I pulled my hand from his grasp,

He stood back and quietly waited for my return with infinite patience.

And when my errant ways finally did lead me back to him,

He treated me as if I had never left.