Effusive silence gently penetrates
Obscured recesses of receptive soul,
Her wordless eloquence regenerates,
Fatigued and brokenness to be made whole;
No need there be it’s healing to access,
With zest our puny efforts to instill,
Save patient resignation to possess,
Humility aplenty, to be still!
Fear not disruptive demons of unease
Intent on obviating wholesomeness,
Embrace of blessed quietude decrees
Assurance of her sanative caress.
Imbibe the stillness of this sacred place,
An earthbound channel of redeeming grace.
Posted in easter, Mystery, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Religion, Sonnets, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Values
Tagged demons, faith, fatigue, grace, healing, humility, inspiration, life, patience, quietude, sacred, silence, soul, truth, wholesomeness
While walking on a lonely sandy beach,
Deserted, but for wavelets at my feet,
A gently rolling object, within reach,
For fleeting moment stopped, as though to greet;
It seemed the wavelets paused a little while,
Attention of my spirit to arrest,
Unconsciously, I stopped and flashed a smile,
Which to an innate pleasure did attest;
From whence came such delight I cannot tell,
Though that it did, I never can deny,
From deep within unconsciousness upwell,
Its authenticity let none decry;
Such mystic moments reverie surprise,
Not often, nor so easy to reprise!
Posted in blogging, Mystery, Photography, Pleasure, Poetry, Sonnets, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Values
Tagged beach, delight, life, mystical, pleasure, sea, smiles, surprise, unconsciousness, walking
Ebullient crowds bedecked the way with palms,
Their expectations echoed far and wide,
No indication of prospective qualms
As they extolled your meek, majestic ride;
Where were your mother and your closest friends?
Had you not warned them of the risks ahead?
Perchance, they questioned not your selfless ends,
Perceiving your reflecting little dread;
Into each life there comes a day like this,
More often unannounced though not sans fear,
Staring into dark, bottomless abyss,
Who would have thought redemption to be near?
So dark can be the night before the dawn,
Yet, from such emptiness new life is born!
Posted in Mystery, Photography, Poetry, Religion, Sonnets, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Values
Tagged care, crowds, darkness, dawn, fear, life, love, mother, palm sunday, redemption
Midsummer Night Dreams,
Fays having Fun,
Would They Were True!
Posted in Mystery, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Uncategorized
Tagged care, dreams, fairies, fun, jest, love, midsummer, night, petunia