New Habit
As you embark
On the journey
Of new habit
May the road
Of intentions
Prove smooth and joyous
May the unfamiliar pattern
become extraordinarily
ordinary with ease and grace
Spring’s Breath
When in the garden fallow
Twig and leaf are dead
It’s time to cut and trim, dig and prod
Preparing for the lovely breath of Spring
In the winter of my memories
Where feelings lay unsaid
And frosty numbness veils
Life within, still seeking
Is poked and tethered dead
With sharp and pointed emotions
Let’s trim away, instead
The rot, the used and spent
For our spirit’s Spring
Once again to joyously blossom
It’s time to cut and trim, dig and prod
Preparing for the lovely breath of Spring
In the winter of my memories
Where feelings lay unsaid
And frosty numbness veils
Life within, still seeking
Is poked and tethered dead
With sharp and pointed emotions
Let’s trim away, instead
The rot, the used and spent
For our spirit’s Spring
Once again to joyously blossom
Repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
once again like clockwork
another reiteration
the tulip magnolia bloomed
a surprise attack in pinks
glorious magnificence
as radiant sumptuousness
wind blew
grey sky blustered
gusts lifted and twirled
thus spring
repeats
resplendent prequel
La-Dee-Dah!
“I rest my life upon the sure foundation…”
In thought and word and deed
she emulates that which
lights her spirit
She embodies that which
enlightens mine
A center for expression of good
beautiful and creative
eternal and victorious
Wisdom pouring out
splashing and splattering
with verve
upon a parched
a thirsty ground
as though its’ source
is limitless
And, so, it is,
and so, she says,
“La-dee-dah!”
God Box
I have a little nest
a woven bed of God thoughts
accompanied
by the song of my heart
prayers, releases
requests for clarity
clear guidance
all within the fancy house
a jeweled abode
carved by the story
of my life
