Skyline shifts
beyond boundaries of Light.
Dawn breaks apart
Moon from Starlight.
Friend to all,
Sun takes deep breath
and slowly rises
just beyond the Bend
between neighbors’ yards
and my own.
I sit in wonder.
My Joy wanders,
alone.
Tag Archives: healing
KEEP LAUGHING
Earth is laughing so hard
she is holding her sides.
Her laughter has not died.
She holds it inside.
Too often, there is not a smile to be seen.
Comedians and laughter are under attack;
sad attempt to kill laughter, it is true.
But, let me tell you
I awake every day with a smile on my face
and my mind full of plans and laughter as I cope;
planning strategies to keep us all woke
enough to strategize and energize
enough to keep Earth and our freedom alive.
I smile when I find new ways
to resist, persist and overcome
those who strive so hard to make us glum.
Where they see threat, I see possibility.
Where they feel fear, I feel connected community.
When they shout their pain, I shout my glee.
Earth trembles to keep her laughter inside
at the foolish ego-maniacal MAGA leaders’ pride.
Earth continues to teach us her lessons
with a smile on her face from sunrise to sunset.
Giving us the means to keep us alive, and all our needs met.
Balance and connection are what we need
to continue on the path to wealth without greed.
Intersected boundaries are what we need
to continue on the path to true peace.
This is Earth’s greatest gift: her instinctive ability
to make us laugh as we grow in humility,
knowing we cannot berate nor control
Earth’s power to grow, to heal and renew
the damage men and women unintentionally do.
I laugh aloud with Earth today.
Our guffaws and chuckles thrown out wide.
Come laugh with us, then; and hold your heaving sides.
Try to unbend and dry your eyes so you can see.
That laughter has not died, nor ever must.
Constant negativity has nowhere to go
except “dust to dust” buried below,
in the space laughter has made deep within Earth.
And once this doom and gloom comes to an end
the entire world united in mirth
shall laugh once again.
GRIEF
Everyone grieves in their own way, so they say.
But, steadfast Grief remains the same.
Lips once tilted in joy, Grief holds tight with the strain
of holding back anger and keeping screams at bay.
Grief tightens the brow and hardens the eye
to hold back the tears which threaten to slide
tearing apart all that we hold deep inside.
Cheeks held too tight crease
and create runnels where tears may glide.
Grief clutches jaws held fearfully tight.
Once tears escape, will our held-back sobs fight
with a pulse so strong they can never be stopped?
Like a street thug, Grief pounds us into submission
and never takes time to ask our permission.
It pushes us down with pummels fierce and powerful.
Grief uses its bruising punches to keep us sorrowful.
We lie on hard pavements praying for the end to our suffering.
We feel we are losing our grip on reality.
We clutch at old truths, begging help to appear and lessen our sorrow.
Even Grief grows tired over time and lessens its blows.
Help comes when we unclench jaws and scream,
and shout, and let our tears and fears outwardly flow.
Soften the eyes. Relax the brow. Let the tears flow.
Tears wash away sorrow that new faith can be planted
in every tomorrow, with new ways to love
and new paths to follow.
Signs of grief always remain in new lines
that furrow about our lips, across the edge of our eyes,
and on necks which will, henceforth, our heads tip
slightly down, with greater humility, a bit.
Over time bruises heal, muscles grow stronger.
We learn we can handle the tough thugs who sit
on the sidelines, hidden in shadow.
We learn love again, embracing those who came to help.
We learn faith again, embracing those who prayed by our side.
We learn hope again, embracing those who helped us to our feet.
We stand again on loving, faith-filled, hopeful feet;
and, find a new path where joy and laughter can leads us.
We see our new selves in the eyes of those we pass.
We are stronger and last longer than Grief ever could.
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WORD TO THE WISE AT SUNRISE
Injuries to the body
break more than spirit.
They break sleep
into small segments
devoid of dreams
held captive
by muscles that scream
“Stop. Change position.
Move. Get up!”
until night is no more.
Injured bodies awaken
before the dawn appears
to stretch, then stretch some more
until the pain rolls away
out of sight, out of a mind
on which it closes the door.
It keeps moving and maneuvering
to find balance in the spine
where all courage rests supine
allowing hope to settle
in muscle and bone
torn and worn by strife,
to keep the body moving
on its way to healing,
on its way to a fulfilled life.
Nations must do the same,
injured by past deeds.
They cannot heal
if they insist on staying asleep.
Their pain claims all their attention,
not to mention
stiffening their hearts, minds and souls,
until they are trapped in a body
politic, unbalanced, unable to move
up and out of the bed
with forceful strides
to claim the prize
of freedom and progress
to move through the world
pain free, on the way to healing,
stretching possibilities
to live in a world truly
peaceful and free.
Word to the wise, “Awake!”
A new dawn is here.
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CLOUDY DAYS
The rain came during the night.
Soft and silent blessings fell
to drench the earth
where mankind dwells.
But they slept on unaware
that helpful forces left a gift
to soften the soil
of hardened hearts.
They rose with the dawn,
faint light clouded over,
and misunderstood such peace
brought a chance to subside
the blazing heat of anger
in fearful eyes
scorched
by staring at the sun
of a too-bright false sunrise.
Cloudy days ahead
to soften the blow
when they awaken to the lies
that they have been told.
Every artist knows
one sees clearer
on cloudy days
when truth is crisp
despite the haze.
Or maybe,
because of it.
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