Thousands of Little Hands Clapping
in unison
excited
water meets earth
the forest rejoices
sends a cool loving breeze
all the commotion
of raindrops falling on the leaves –
nature’s symphony
pause
enjoy the moment.
rain brings forth life
helps the plants grow
creates fertile ground
for the next to flourish
dramatic
enlivening
thousands of little hands clapping
Like Lavender
it can all come in one
in order to find it
i must be where it grows-
by following the scent
that tickles my nose
in the cool breeze
where the wind blows-
then i’ll find this lovely species
that entices all my senses
and puts me at ease!
let go
be free
fly high
find me
look in
shine out
know truth
shine aloud
sit tall
walk upright
practice kindness
travel light
release insecurities
embrace life
accept now
trust insight
take time
follow bliss
feel love
create happiness
I found this cutout poem from 1987 in my grandmother’s bible:
Whatever you give away today – or think or say or do
Will multiply about tenfold – and then return to you
It may not come immediately – nor from the obvious source
But the LAW applies unfailingly 0 through some invisible force.
Whatever you feel about another – be it love or hate or passion
Will surely bounce right back to you – in some clear or secret fashion.
If you speak about some person – a word of praise or two
Soon tens of other people – will speak kind words of you.
Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul – not secrets of the brain
Kind ones bring us happiness – petty ones unfold pain.
Giving words as surely – as reflections in a mirror
If hate you send, hate you’ll get back – but loving brings love nearer.
Remember as you start his day – and duty crowds your mind
That kindness comes so quickly back – to those who first are kind!
Let that thought and this one – direct you through each day – – –
The only things we ever keep – are things we give away.
-Jerry Buchanan
I was a pallbearer along with my sister and a few cousins… In a long white cadillac she took her last ride on a brisk and breezy Monday we bid her farewell not good bye… I read the following graveside…
Although she’s not here, she’s not gone
her years of hardwork raising all of us
with love and patience as she taught us right from wrong
she lives inside of us and is in all that we do
so smile when you think of her, don’t be sad and blue.
Nana has moved on to a peaceful place
up in heaven where they’ve been saving her space
she left this world and has been welcomed by a loving warm embrace
so smile when you think of her, don’t be sad and blue
remember all the hugs and all of her smiles
keep them with you, they’ll take you through the long and windy miles
thank you Nana…
cold hands
stiff skin
lack of life
immediate downpour
raindrops illuminated by sunlight
birds flying high
boxes of kleenex
release of tears
whispering thank yous
embraces all around
amongst familiar faces
flood of memories
fresh juice swallowed
like a shot of heroine
rain in the desert
eyes close
rush of nourishment
blissful
the fast is broken.
rising sun
winter day
powdered sugar granite
frozen puddles
brisk wind
visible breath
cold water falling
heart pounding
eyes close
naturally perfect
What else can you take from me?
I have nothing more to give
I only have my self
and I cannot always be held captive.
I want to believe in romantic love
while laying in the meadow watching the stars above
sharing a blanket thats big enough for two
like a magic carpet it will me out of the blue.
I know my second winter is more than enough
I’m ready for a warm breeze and to stand tall on the bluff
where I can see the trees and flowers come to bloom
and I can break free from this small enclosed room.
I know it will pass as it always does
and soon my cheeks will feel springs kisses
the sky will open up and the sun will shine bright
and I’ll forget about these cold hard days of twilight.
when we open up and share
when we open up and care
when we start the affair
when we’re naked and bare
in the lovely night’s air
when we decide we are a pair
we’ll embrace and hug like a bear
we’ll be so aware
of each other and our welfare
until one day the dream turns into a nightmare
out of nowhere
and you declare its all in the name of warfare
as you step on my toe and pull my arm hair
as I try to sleep in my comfy nightwear
you exchange a glower for a loving stare
I know it is you speaking from dispair
but I have to leave before before it gets there
you know where I mean and I must prepare
so I run as fast as I can up the stairs
I get on my knees and I say a little prayer
and soon it is over and you say its unfair
that I can just walk away in my old footwear
letting down my bunned long blond hair
trying my best to let go and repair
my dearest true soul and take it elsewhere
beyond where it has been, creating a new lair
where I can be whole again, starting in a new square
eventually I will love again and forget the dispair
I’ll sit in another single armchair
until it is time to share another set of cookware
when others look and say what a great couple they’re
and it all starts again when I am brave and take up the dare
I’ve learned my best not to compare
so I’ll let it be love, precious and rare.