Reality

I should probably call this poem a Reality Check.  I have needed one recently, and this poem, though I wrote it over a year ago, was exactly that reality check for me.  I am sharing this for Gooseberry Garden free (okay, I know that wasn't what you meant by free, but if we are free linking we might as well talk about freedom in the ultimate sense.... )  linking this week and I hope that you are uplifted by it too.  Please link back there for other poems for the spirit and soul...

Reality

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, that God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them....   Eph 2:10

Churning uneasiness, swirling fatigue

Can't see the light of the woods for the trees

Sorrowful aching, so much to learn

Far from the tightrope of balance I yearn

So into the garden I flee to the night

Seeking and searching, longing for light

Knowing that only my Lord has the key

That opens the gate to humility

Kneeling at His feet, in tear stained awe

Blindness removed leaving feelings so raw

Praying for mercy to wash clean my soul

Praying for courage to take up my role

Praying for those He has charged to my care

For wings to grow strong and sweep through the air

To soar with them, urge them to freedom's pure cry

Discovery's journey to sing through their sky.

Praying for Sonrise to dawn in our land

Reaching enlightenment, daring to stand

Echoing praise, reflecting His Light

Drawing our souls, torn free with delight.

Free to explore, free to succeed,

Free to be honest, free to achieve

Living wholeheartedly, joyously free

Reverently, exquisitely, uniquely as me.

Ice Age

Undercurrents - often they speak louder than the surface, at least they do to me.  I had almost forgotten how big a role they play - So thank you, Karin, at dVerse for reminding me for this week's interesting prompt.

  Ice Age

I suppose I should say

It is good to see you

But I can’t.

Your arms surround me

But don’t touch my heart

The warmth of your skin

Forms ice in my soul

As the glaciers creep

Slowly southward

With each unlooked for caress

The sun wanes

It’s feeble light flees

The dark winter

Of your embrace

Night Rendezvous

A quick sketch of an idea for a painting of this experience

I love walking at night, particularly after it has been raining.  This night walk was particularly special and as such I really want to share it with the pub at dVerse open link night for this week, but it also seemed so appropriate for Gooseberry Garden's theme of 'new lives'.  Please, grab your favourite beverage, read here and  then head on over to the links for some wonderful poems and insights.

Night Rendezvous

Day’s tension fading, sure step will quicken

Farewell to the harsh glare of light

Rainstorm is passing, petrichor singing

Lemon gums perfume the night

Starlight is gleaming, a clean moon now waxing

The last clouds scurry away

Earth smiles, listening, timelessly soaking

Eve blooms from rain-cleansed day

Sheoaks are whistling, the path leading deeper

Away from the wide gravel drive

Lost leaves are sighing, caressing my footfall

Each sense intensely alive

A silhouette shimmers, forgotten oasis

Glimpsed on the night-darkened sand

Smiling, I greet him, with velvet he answers,

Blows softly and nuzzles my hand

He nibbles my sleeve, leans close in the darkness

My fingers melt into his mane

His scent fills my memory, echoes through decades

Sighing a timeless refrain

I am there, as a child, desperate for friendship

A subconscious search to be free

Strength, reassurance, gleams in his soft eye,

Waters the parched land I’d flee

I blink, pale moon pulls me back to the present

Her clarity pierces time’s hall

Risen as equal, grown from that lost child

Who died to that fierce inner call

In softening star glow, scented with damp soil

Companionable horse by my side

On moon’s bright ellipse my future seems poised

I am calm – no need now to hide

Communing in silence, horse satin, moon silver

The truth stands before me undressed

I see through those years, my loving Creator

Has wrought a new life that is blessed.

Rainbird

This prompt comes from Bluebell Books, whose kind invite to participate, I am thankful for.  I am also submitting this for dVerse.   Once you have read my offering, please link back to both these sites - there are some excellent works at both links.  So here, my first poem for 2012.
Image Credit: http://chance-of-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/umbrella-season.html
  

Rainbird

Serenity curves her mouth softly

Joy whispers the rhythm to her feet

Rain chuckles as it kisses her eyelids

Traces the line of her nose

And brushes her lips

Glowing with sunlit promise

Thankfulness bursts from her heart in song

Making radiant her face, complete

unafraid

in a swirling sea of isolated hearts

Who hide beneath their umbrella’d wings

The refreshing coolness of the rain

Seeps tantalisingly past their silent solitude.

In time, will they unfurl to its gentle call?

Oops

Oops

Hesitantly, hold a precious moment frozen

in time, softly cupped by frigid hands

Hoping today, time’s sands will shift.

But eventually, slight tremors 

cascading in alarm

make tenuous

the grasp

“NO!”

gasping

urgently as

the fragility of the

moment spirals out of

cringing apologetic fingers

sailing admirably on its final flight

irrevocably smashing on the implacable floor.

Some folk's hands are just too jittery

to trust with the good stuff.

I am sharing this one for dVerse's open link night.  Thanks again, for a great evening at the bar!