Between Safe and The Dream

There is no dream too big for her,

Though she still clings in fear
To that which she has known as safe
For many a long year.
 
Yet still, she’s starting to reach out
To all she longs to see
And someday she’ll let go and leap,
Reaching for what may be!

Last Ones Standing

Last ones standing at the end of the world

Around their feet the darkness lies curled
The mists of eternity, grey and whorled,
Slowly devour the last of the world

Lost Dreams

She had such dreams when she was young,

The things she planned to do,
But now those dreams are fading fast.
Her life is nearly through.
 
There, cast aside, forgotten, lost,
She weeps for what was not.
There’s nothing she can cling to now,
But dreams that she forgot.

Hungry Hummers

A Little Prayer

Then, in his joy, he paused to pray
And thank The Lord for this sweet day,
For all the blessings sent his way;
Like the soft breeze on which to play,
The blossoms where the nectar lay,
And someplace safe to hide away.
For all those things, he paused to pray,
Then flew off to enjoy the day!

Sunshine In My Heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However grim the day may be;

There’s sunshine in my heart.
No sorrow shadows life for me,
There’s sunshine in my heart.
The squalls of life pass more quickly;
There’s sunshine in my heart.
And joy returns to set me free;
There’s sunshine in my heart.
 
You ask me how such joy can be,
As my world falls apart,
And I tell you, hurt heals quickly
With sunshine in your heart.

Gender Issues

A Cold Eternity

 I wandered by the endless sea;

A cold and grim eternity
Was all that I could see for me,
As I walked by the endless sea.
 
I had not held my lover’s heart,
I knew I couldn’t from the start,
But faithfully I did my part
Until I lost my lover’s heart.

I offered myself in his place,
But, though I’d lived without disgrace,
Heaven required his sweet face
And would not take mine in its place.
 
So now I linger by the sea,
Its cold waves washing over me.
The barren shore has set me free
To seek relief within the sea.

Free To Grow

 She chose not to let life pin her,

Trap her in a net of woe.
Instead she looks out of her prison,
Continuing to fight and grow.
 
There is no cage that will hold her
Once she sets her heart to soar;
Though she may be trapped in brambles,
She’ll reach for freedom even more!

My Other Blogs

Please stop by and visit my other blogs sometime.  The first is Each Day A Praise. http://www.eachdayapraise.blogspot.com/   It is a reflection of my faith walk, sometimes I struggle, sometimes I rejoice, but in each day there is always something for which I can lift a praise to God. Some days we just need to know that others share the same fears and joys that touch our lives. I'd love to see you there.

I also have a blog tracking my mother's walk down the last paths of Alzheimer's. It is mostly for family and friends, to help them keep up with her care and her status, but if you are following the same path as we are, she as the patient and me as her primary caregiver, then feel free to stop by there, as well. http://alzheimerspath.blogspot.com/  We would be comforted to know that others may find a useful idea here and there to help them along that path.

Thank you, so very much, for stopping by to visit my haven, now and then. I love knowing that you've visited and I hope you enjoy your stay. There are laughter and tears a plenty in our lives and I'm grateful to have friends and visitors with whom to share them!

Of Vanity and Beauty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A silly thought occurred to me,

If I looked down, what would I see?
But such a sight, how could it be:
Perfect beauty looked back at me!!!
 
I couldn’t help but stop and smile;
After all, it’s been a while
Since I’d seen such good looks and style
As I saw flashing in my smile.
 
Why don’t you pause and take a glance
At beauty to make your heart dance
You’ll soon be dreaming of romance
And who knows… you might have a chance.

The Secret In Her Heart

She held a secret in her heart,

One that she would not share;

For sharing meant opening up

And that she did not dare.

For secrets are like treasures to

The one that holds them tight;

They are the hope of what might come

A pleasure and delight,

But, just as treasure may be lost

To thieves, stealthy and bold,

A secret is no longer safe

Once its tale has been told.

And so she clutches tightly to

The secret in her heart

And will not share it with the world

Until her petals part.

Daffodils

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun slips from its home on high

To grace each vale and hill
With bright reflections of its smile
In every daffodil!

Plum Blossoms in Spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blithe is the heart that sings to me

Of blossoms in the old plum tree
And sunlight glinting on the sea.
Thank God that heart belongs to me!
 
Sweet is the song of coming Spring
Lilting with joy that young buds bring
And filled with hope to which all cling.
Thank God that is the song I sing.

Tears Filled with Sunlight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was no joy within her heart,

And so the Dryad wept,
Each tear drop that fell from her eyes
The Dryad caught and kept.
Then, when she had enough of them,
She filled them up with light
And hung them all about her wood
To make her spirits bright.

Still Waters, Reflected Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lead me beside the still waters,

And there let me find a safe place
Where I can just rest a moment
Away from the world’s hurried pace.
 
Lead me beside the still waters,
Where, sacred and blessed by your grace,
The currents are only rippled
By the reflection of your face.
 
Psalm 23:2
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside still waters,

Tide Flats

Family Squabble

Families are alike all over. This is a family of two immature Bald Eagles and two adult Bald Eagles who live in the niqually Flats. The kids were squabbling over who knows what...

 

 

Until Mom decided to break it up. She flew in and separated the kids. One landed and the other took off claiming that the sibling on the ground started it.... Mom swooped in to find out what was going on and when she got nothing but sass she called for Dad to come settle the kids down...

 

 

 

Then Dad slipped off for a moment of quiet before all heck broke loose again over something else!

 

Morning Whispers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet whispers in the morning,

Promises of things to be,
Prayers and dreams and wistful longings;
All of them whisper to me.
 
Sit beside me in the morning,
Listen to its gentle voice.
The sun will bring with it new worries,
But for now simply rejoice.

Morning's Song

You stir restlessly. Tossing,
Murmuring in your warm dreams,
But you refuse to awaken,
To rise from your soft nest of flannel.

Awaken! The dawn is upon you,
Misty in its birth, and bearing promises.
Rise! It is your place to fulfill them,
But you cannot do that curled up in your dreams.

The Dryad Bound

Where the Dryad once had lingered
The woodland whispers still to her
Come home where your shadow tarries
Beside the stream, the drowsy fir,
Down along the sleepy lake side
Where only reeds and ripples stir.

There her quiet shadow wanders
Among the woods that hold her heart.
Though she left it far behind her,
Still they will never be apart
For her mind turns ever homeward,
Drawing her back to her start.

From his land of stone and mortar,
He called to her from far away
And she followed, quite enchanted,
His voice held her within its sway.
He bound her there, in his garden,
A priceless treasure on display.

She hears the songs of the forest
From where she’s bound, a captive bloom,
In a cultivated garden
That holds her like an icy tomb.
She longs to spread her roots and branches;
The garden offers her no room.

Weeping, she hears her wood calling,
She hears the reeds murmur her name.
She longs to smell the wild mosses
Instead of roses, sweet and tame.
Her tears flow, a bitter fountain
Spilling sorrow into her shame.

Broken is the Dryad’s haven,
Shattered are the trees of home
For too long they’ve been deserted
By the one who chose to roam.
She who is now trapped forever
Far from her heart and native loam.

Memories of Spring

Memories of a season past,

Of colors lost in time,

But still they linger in my heart,

A memory sublime!