break silence
what has passed need not
be your fate
Tag: Inspiration
the feel of rain
flowers love the feel of rain, spring adores the flowers; sadness needs the touch of spring so to lose its powers powers come and powers go, ever waxing, waning — so much good can only come after it’s been raining
To share is human:
One Day Soon
One day soon, you’ll see the sun,
And it will not be leaving;
One day soon, you’ll find some time
For something else than grieving.
One day soon, a fondest hope
Will be within achieving —
Yes, one day soon, you’ll find it, love,
If you can keep
Believing
To share is human:
Scatter Your Love
Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it travel deep and wide;
Up the hils and down the dales,
Cross the highest mountainside
Let your love be pure and strong,
North or south or east or west:
Scatter your love to the winds,
Let it find its place
To rest
To share is human:
let not hope disappear
let not hope disappear
though chill be in the air:
the winter may be here,
but the garden is
still there
To share is human:
They heard the music playing,
so followed them the tune:
The mystic ocean symphony
a soothing bit of harmony
communing with their souls —
they needed to commune.
And though poor in materials,
they found a way to go:
For truly rich, and truly deep
are memories we make to keep,
like echoes in the shoals —
and finding space to grow.
There is a love that joins us,
And there are hearts that feel;
There’s beauty in simplicity,
And making good things real.
And though we slump or cower
Beneath our load of care,
We each can hear the music,
Because it’s always there…
They found a chance for freedom,
so took it when they could:
And though imperfect all we are,
‘twas worth some hours in the car
to give up their old goals —
and bask in something
good
To share is human:
Mixed
We call things ‘mixed’ as though
they don’t belong together;
this is strange.
All that is
belongs together, for
here we are,
together.
Or maybe…
We call them ‘mixed’ because
they come from different places, but
everything is from
a different place from everything else —
it’s just a matter of
how far apart.
Such mixture as there is
brings all the flavor;
such togetherness as we can manage
makes the experience of it possible.
So, sure, we are mixed:
Mixed up,
Tossed around,
Cooked together, and
Delicious
To share is human:
Flowers Named Elizabeth
For holidays, and hidden ways,
For shorter goes and longer stays,
For time reflecting only breath,
For flowers named Elizabeth,
For every moment felt in joy,
Adventure spent, and girl-meets-boy,
With gratitude we lift and know
How good things are, when they
Are so
To share is human:
{ Swim the Galaxy }
Tell me who I am, and I’ll tell you
About the kind of world you long to see:
A wonderland beyond expectancy,
Where what is good, and beautiful, and true
Can find a home, or sit beneath the stars
Like fireflies turned loose at last from jars.
Tell me what you’ve learned, and I’ll show you
The hope you once thought you had left behind;
To be alike, is to be of a kind
Of world that we could make or form anew —
So come and swim the galaxy with me,
For to belong is to be truly
Free
