Stark Conclusion

The naked truth
Arises without interest
In you or me now;
It shows what may further be
And what, going, is let go.
See there is
No reason I can continue
Hope, for you depart
Always, leaving without me;
I am only, matter, no more.
Moving on, I must,
Or become a captive ghost,
Which seems your major
Preoccupation, but wrong,
Because life and joy are mine.
We are not,
Together apart, has progressed
To outside space and time;
Nothing to clothe who
We made ourselves to be.
Naked never need
We ever be, for we are
NOT,
As you wanted us –
Despite my naked need.

Early Sunday Thoughts

Allowing ourselves to trust the future is secure is sometimes hard. Knowing we are Beloved of God helps us go forward.

Small steps make progress toward better days. We are meant to grow, not fade. Life is not always what we plan, but the stops along the pathway are often where Jesus finds us open to suggestion.

Why we are here can be unclear, but our destiny is no secret to the One who made us. Take time to reflect on where you are coming from and what opportunities your experience may bring you. Hold your dreams dear, and share them with God. He is on your side.

Remember, a detour may lead to a better possibility than we imagine. Love is the guide and is always with us.

Blessings to each of you, be kind and love.

Embrace

Whisper, Soar

Where you
Rest,
Feet up,
Feeling
Under
The wind
Mischievous,
Sighs,
Exhaled
As if
Day can
Be
Before
And
Forever.
Still
The wolf
Hovers,
Howling,
A song
Like
Love
Bewailed
And
Coaxed
Back
To
Life.
Stormlight
Favoring,
Two pair
Wide eyes –
Dawn will
Bring
Busyness,
But,
Just now,
Only
Being,
Reveling,
Lightning
Struck.
Doors
Snick shut
Past
The
Leftovers,
Tangled
Froth,
Where
Once
Was more.
Whisper,
Soar.

Gala

Sprung like
Springtime,
is,
with its
tempestuous
weather
and billowy
enticements,
alive.
We go on,
higher,
and thrive.
Heaven lent us
this time
between times
when
there we
will arrive.

Thank you for reading. Enjoy your week.

Ribbons of Bows

09:35 AM

I said…

It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.

The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!

And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.

I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.

Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.

I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.

PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.

Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.