Hope

tread surely

for these are singular steps

never to be repeated.

lift your eyes,

for the path 

is not the destination.

be drawn forward,

not by the momentum of the past,

or the hesitancy of failure,

hear the call,

there is hope,

and hope needs be

every step.

Music

The notes cry,

sighing

Cascading,

Falling like light

In a gentle room.

The piano,

She celebrates with me

As my fingers weave

to and fro

teasing the tune

that's waiting,

longing to be sung.

Then,

the words,

they arrive,

line by line,

 on an empty page,

a flurry of scribbles,

neat,

chosen,

fitted together

This page is becoming the song,

as the music rises,

Dancing

Alive,

one day to leave me,

to find

the open heart

Of one,

and another,

Prepared to listen..

To dance

And to be carried away.

And there was...

sometimes,

even in the midst of the night,

a light shines.

perhaps we should remember;

the dark

 is on the other side

of sunlight.

Sunset

Day follows night,

sunshine follows rain,

hope is birthed

when we least expect it.

life is a gift.

love pursues us,

even when our heart's are heavy,

joy bursts out of the most unexpected moments.

the skies are clear

above the clouds.

Be embraced..

Grief

For my beloved Claudia:
Loss is a promise of the more
that is to come.
Grief will promise a new tomorrow,
that will be said and
will be done.
Yesterday will fade with time,
that will pass, with time,
and yet,
your precious dreams,
and loving thoughts,
longings
and desperate regrets.
take your time
to mourn your loss
your love
will count the cost .
memories..
precious
memories.
the now
and the
not yet.
precious memories...
precious memories.






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Sunset

Sunset...
The end of day.
The words said,
The faces seen,
The beautiful,
The glorious,
The Inspirational,
And the not so.
All things,
They pass away with this
diminishing glory.
The colours of light's retreat,
The promise of a new dawn,
The sunrise.
Light's return,
Life beckons us
To tomorrow,
And another sunset.

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Gracing

Just one word can be the spark
A ray of light
carrying hope
Into another's darkness.
Just one heartfelt word,
Without an expectation of reply
can bring love
And compassion
To a lonely heart.
If we allow our lives to connect
To seize the opportunity
To reach out
Then perhaps our lives
Can be an ongoing act
Of giving...
Loving
And gracing.


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Love

Love is abandoned
Reckless,
Wild,
But... Given,
Unconditionally,
Beyond boundaries.
Beyond today
Or tomorrow.
Love,
Is received
As a gift.
Not demanded
Or expected..
Just as it is
Love is.
Whether behind
Or beyond,
Love endures..
Today..
Love is still
Love.
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Love.

Love is an adventure,
A roller coaster ride,
A series of twists
And turns,
An endless surprise.
Life is a reflection
Of love's ultimate gains,
The precious,
The glorious,
Love always remains.


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