Communing
There is a place
deep in my heart
Where truth shines bright
all love reigns
It’s there I go
in times of need
for solace and healing
Communing
in stillness
Old House
The old house is empty
awaiting the new family
that may never arrive
Shingles lost and hinges broke
it’s sat for a long time
still
Chilldren’s voices haunt its halls
and emotions once strong and deep
reminiscenses and memories
the old house silently keeps
Shower of Love
In the shower of love
my pores soak it up
All the extra stuff
soiled or shadow
sticky or too sweet
sloughs off
And I am left standing
whole and complete
In Spirit’s house
I shower every day
Life Blessed
Surrounded by community
Lifted up and supported
By their love and actions
He grew up sure of himself
With a heightened sense
Of his integral part of it all
And a solid knowing
That he had been gifted
With a life blessed with purpose
His heart sang natural gratitude
To the Great Mystery of it all
Beauty
Most all of the time
the beauty noticed
pierced his toughened armor
Allowing the brightness of Love
to stir his soul
