A Healing Time

Easing my heart is 

            a healing time 

when life inside seems 

  separate from life without. 

To cry inside 

  when work demands a smile.  

To want to scream aloud 

  when only words will do. 

To want to rage and pace 

  when calmness feels so much better. 

A healing time needs all of these things ~ 

  an ebb and a flow, 

a wild tide and a calm sea

Easing my heart is a healing time.

“Our way is not soft grass; it’s a mountain path with lots of rocks. 

But it goes upwards, forward, toward the sun.”

~ Dr. Ruth Westheimer, (1928~ 2024)

No Time

Getting on with day to day 

is merely a foot on the floor

 a cup of coffee, no worries 

about whether age matters. 

The joints may be creaky, 

the constant jabber on TV 

selling  pills and adult diapers 

is annoying and the calendar 

tells me where I slide on 

the continuum birth to death. 

I have little time for those details. 

That’s one of the rabbit holes 

too deep for me when

I have bills to pay and 

bread to bake; 

my family, working, living, 

going to school, having fun, 

is my joy and love ~ So,

I do have time for getting on 

with each day in front of me.

“Nothing can dim the light that shines from within.”

~ Maya Angelou

Nicely Done!

Nicely done!

Said with a smile 

when a task is complete 

with ease and efficiency

but it is those tasks done 

with steady on until the end

that definitely deserve a smile

and those little two words:

Nicely done!

“You just can’t beat the person who never gives up.”

~ Babe Ruth

(1895 ~ 1948)

Dream-scape

A walk into my dreams, 

holding my dream-self 

                        

    by the hand, 

we enter a land 

peopled by doves and dragons 

happy rainbows over 

               

              blackened clouds

to divine the bizarre and beautiful 

frightening mountains and flowered meadows

to wake in the morning 

to rumpled covers, 

a tearstained face or a crooked smile. 

Dreams fray like sunrise clouds

my dream-self fades into my pillow

and I am changed.

“I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.”

~ Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse

(1908 ~ 1963)

The Race

Hurry into the morning as 

if it would escape. The victim 

of an everyday chase that ends 

when afternoon comes. Chase 

slows as sun lowers itself t’ward 

the horizon and the shadow of 

the racer crosses the finish line

Hurry into the night, out of breath and wanting sleep to come quickly so the race can begin again in the morning. And what use is 

the hurry, 

  the chase, 

                 the race 

when sun and moon don’t pay attention 

to our funny little races through our lives.

“We have to slow the rhythm of our lives so that 

the best of who we are can emerge.”

~ Lysa TerKeurst, author

Winter Imagining

Come with me as I walk 

in the midnight of winter 

with snow falling gently 

all around, edging head 

and shoulders in flakes 

of crystal. Beware the 

ice-y flows beneath the 

soft layer of new snow. 

Stand beneath a streetlight 

and watch as the drift and 

sway of dancing snow 

partners with cold wind in 

this delicate dance. When 

noses are red and cheeks 

pink aglow we turn our walk 

into the warmth of home.

“Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must

 protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”

~ George R.R. Martin, ~ Game Of Thrones