A VOLUME OF POETRY SIX:
MAY-JUNE 2013 MEDITATIONS
Friday, June 21, 2013
Hope endures
in the smallest
of
places.
There is no
end
of
hope
There can be no
end
of hope.
In hope
I
Endure.
in the smallest
of
places.
There is no
end
of
hope
There can be no
end
of hope.
In hope
I
Endure.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
"Devastation"
When I have been tormented,
When there is such a dearth of Goodness
On the Earth
That it is like a layer of ice---
--sterile--
--heartless--
--and full of evil---
When I see this in the world,
I run to my home
Where everything is
safe and
free
and nobody is afraid.
This gives me the pride and confidence
to move forward in creating
even more, more even more beautiful things,
for I have many loved ones
And I love children.
Ah then, I think of a young
lamb, an inpatient in the
hospital, and how they took his temperature
and i couldnt--
i didn't-- know--
what to do. He was the most beautiful creature
I had seen on this earth
in a long time
--having not left home very much, i suppose--
--and I thought how he was like to
a baby deer or tiny duckling or
a newborn colt. His poor hair
was nearly damp whith newness!
As though he had only just begun a life of suffering,
as though he didnt know what evil does---
I cry for him and
I pray for him
and
When I think of
my self and how much pain I
am in, then haply, I think on him,
and this memory such hope and joy brings
that I should not not fear the wrath of kings.
For surely this was come from an immortal well,
and surely
It too will make it---
through the night.-----
In Jesus' Name,
AMEN.
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When I have been tormented,
When there is such a dearth of Goodness
On the Earth
That it is like a layer of ice---
--sterile--
--heartless--
--and full of evil---
When I see this in the world,
I run to my home
Where everything is
safe and
free
and nobody is afraid.
This gives me the pride and confidence
to move forward in creating
even more, more even more beautiful things,
for I have many loved ones
And I love children.
Ah then, I think of a young
lamb, an inpatient in the
hospital, and how they took his temperature
and i couldnt--
i didn't-- know--
what to do. He was the most beautiful creature
I had seen on this earth
in a long time
--having not left home very much, i suppose--
--and I thought how he was like to
a baby deer or tiny duckling or
a newborn colt. His poor hair
was nearly damp whith newness!
As though he had only just begun a life of suffering,
as though he didnt know what evil does---
I cry for him and
I pray for him
and
When I think of
my self and how much pain I
am in, then haply, I think on him,
and this memory such hope and joy brings
that I should not not fear the wrath of kings.
For surely this was come from an immortal well,
and surely
It too will make it---
through the night.-----
In Jesus' Name,
AMEN.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJ5-FSBfsfI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSh1eLrxiqs&list=LLEYy890xeCh4ZIYHqxtDDGg&feature=mh_lolz
Monday, June 17, 2013
I asked God,
I always wanted to know
how the people felt.
What was it like in the
depths of darkness?
I had become sure God must have
forgotten me
here
for I could not see
the Sun
And I was lonesome and
sore wearisome.
I saw thing make my mouth drop.
I saw thing I can spend
rest of my life trying to understand.
Amen.
I always wanted to know
how the people felt.
What was it like in the
depths of darkness?
I had become sure God must have
forgotten me
here
for I could not see
the Sun
And I was lonesome and
sore wearisome.
I saw thing make my mouth drop.
I saw thing I can spend
rest of my life trying to understand.
Amen.
I Can Hear My lover Calling
I can hear my lover calling, Far
Away
There is Hope
As Long As We Hold On To
It.
The love of life is beautiful.
I lay there and all I could think
of was
how much, simply how very much,
I love my husband.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////CES
6/18/13//////////////////////////////////////////////
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
JEsus Loves Every one with an
infinite love. He
can go into places where noone can go. He can protect you
when nothing else even when seem there no hope left. Believe in God.
can go into places where noone can go. He can protect you
when nothing else even when seem there no hope left. Believe in God.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I wanted to
Bring
Good Tidings
of Joy
and Peace
of Mercy
and Love
of Grace
and Pity
of Compassion
and Courage
of Strength
and Weakness
of Love
of Hope
Of Fortitude
Of Mercy
Of Temperance
Of Wisdom
of Forgiveness
Of dreams chased like
lightning bugs on a June
Night. I wanted to bring to
the World, today, Glad Tidings,
In a Special Way,
And So I Pray, That
Lord Let Me Give
Good Things To
Your World, To
One Another. Let Me
Shine Hope
In the Face of Darkness
And Let Me Sow
Courage
Where There Is
Fear--
Mercy
Where There is
Judgement--
Ah Lord! Make Me
An Instrument
of Thy Peace.
I am Willing.
In Jesus Name, Amen.
Bring
Good Tidings
of Joy
and Peace
of Mercy
and Love
of Grace
and Pity
of Compassion
and Courage
of Strength
and Weakness
of Love
of Hope
Of Fortitude
Of Mercy
Of Temperance
Of Wisdom
of Forgiveness
Of dreams chased like
lightning bugs on a June
Night. I wanted to bring to
the World, today, Glad Tidings,
In a Special Way,
And So I Pray, That
Lord Let Me Give
Good Things To
Your World, To
One Another. Let Me
Shine Hope
In the Face of Darkness
And Let Me Sow
Courage
Where There Is
Fear--
Mercy
Where There is
Judgement--
Ah Lord! Make Me
An Instrument
of Thy Peace.
I am Willing.
In Jesus Name, Amen.
"The Sick People Come To
Him"
The Sick People Come to Him.
I see Jesus in That Room.
Jesus is in that whole building.
The poor,
the humble,
the trodden-upon,
the meek,
the lonely,
the old,
the sad,
the heartbroken,
the touch-by God,
The old,
the lonely.
The poor in spirit.
I am one of them in that waiting room.
In that waiting room i can feel that perhaps, I am not
the only sick, meek, trodden-upon--
I bristle with coldness every time
i go to the waiting room
of my dear doctor, yet
in that room i find brotherhood,
solace, Peace,
mercy, all things,
The Grace of God.
I believe all our Sins
are
Forgiven Us,
When I walk in that door.
At any rate, I may yet someday come to feel
safe
there.
--He heals them.
--He heals me.
In JEsus's Name, AMEN.
The Sick People Come to Him.
I see Jesus in That Room.
Jesus is in that whole building.
The poor,
the humble,
the trodden-upon,
the meek,
the lonely,
the old,
the sad,
the heartbroken,
the touch-by God,
The old,
the lonely.
The poor in spirit.
I am one of them in that waiting room.
In that waiting room i can feel that perhaps, I am not
the only sick, meek, trodden-upon--
I bristle with coldness every time
i go to the waiting room
of my dear doctor, yet
in that room i find brotherhood,
solace, Peace,
mercy, all things,
The Grace of God.
I believe all our Sins
are
Forgiven Us,
When I walk in that door.
At any rate, I may yet someday come to feel
safe
there.
--He heals them.
--He heals me.
In JEsus's Name, AMEN.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
The Seventeenth Year Of The Cicada
and Man.
Oh, dance to the fiddle, to the beat
of the drum,
dance to the hoofbeats of all the
wild cavalry, dance to the songs
of old worlds and new worlds,
of hopeless futures absurd and
cruel, futures, -- Oh , tell us this, then--
that we are all to die!
Dance to the cicadas groping from
the earth that is trash--
What makes dirt but bones,
spider's legs and rotten leaves?
Stones... Let them come, Yes!
Let the Cicadas come. One Million
per acre.
For creeping forward is the sneaking mind of man, and his
digits and such machines that think.
They say these machines have no souls-- yet
they are smarter than we are,
-- and they are our slaves, drones--
Yet, a high, shrill Droning
drones in the sky, into the night!
The bone-white moon and the
Half-Light--
The many-spidered Mimosa
like an alien
to man
holds, in its arms, a horde, a militia,
of Cicadas, and they bring the
sounds of the Earth--
17 Years, They'v e lain dormant and
Here I lie me in my soft bed
dreaming of a billion
cicadas,
and listening for their
shrill victory cry to shiver
through the night and tell me
that I am not Alone on this
Earth--What's this?
Silence.
A streetlamp tells the watchman's
beat
a million computers lie in our hive,
yet-- not one--
not one---
not a single
cicada
calls
from the forests
of the night.
Lord! Let me not live to
see the day that a hairless
upright ape has given
creation, life, artificial intelligence--
to machines---
And not one mere song?
--When I am alone in the forests of the
night I am with my God.
Then, I am not alone, Then,
the cicadas and I are one!
--Then, I am not a blight upon
the face of the earth,
But now me here in this hive, my
apartment building, a brick in
the wall--
Oh Lord, Won't you let the Cicadas
shrill us back to a better Time?????
///////////////////////////By CES 2013
Oh, dance to the fiddle, to the beat
of the drum,
dance to the hoofbeats of all the
wild cavalry, dance to the songs
of old worlds and new worlds,
of hopeless futures absurd and
cruel, futures, -- Oh , tell us this, then--
that we are all to die!
Dance to the cicadas groping from
the earth that is trash--
What makes dirt but bones,
spider's legs and rotten leaves?
Stones... Let them come, Yes!
Let the Cicadas come. One Million
per acre.
For creeping forward is the sneaking mind of man, and his
digits and such machines that think.
They say these machines have no souls-- yet
they are smarter than we are,
-- and they are our slaves, drones--
Yet, a high, shrill Droning
drones in the sky, into the night!
The bone-white moon and the
Half-Light--
The many-spidered Mimosa
like an alien
to man
holds, in its arms, a horde, a militia,
of Cicadas, and they bring the
sounds of the Earth--
17 Years, They'v e lain dormant and
Here I lie me in my soft bed
dreaming of a billion
cicadas,
and listening for their
shrill victory cry to shiver
through the night and tell me
that I am not Alone on this
Earth--What's this?
Silence.
A streetlamp tells the watchman's
beat
a million computers lie in our hive,
yet-- not one--
not one---
not a single
cicada
calls
from the forests
of the night.
Lord! Let me not live to
see the day that a hairless
upright ape has given
creation, life, artificial intelligence--
to machines---
And not one mere song?
--When I am alone in the forests of the
night I am with my God.
Then, I am not alone, Then,
the cicadas and I are one!
--Then, I am not a blight upon
the face of the earth,
But now me here in this hive, my
apartment building, a brick in
the wall--
Oh Lord, Won't you let the Cicadas
shrill us back to a better Time?????
///////////////////////////By CES 2013
When I awaken
from the dream that is not
my own
I could just laugh, I could just
laugh. Every day I
wake up an I say, God,
If You Are Willing, Thou Canst
Make Me Clean.
--Tht's how I get through
another
day.
That's
how
I get through
my life.////
from the dream that is not
my own
I could just laugh, I could just
laugh. Every day I
wake up an I say, God,
If You Are Willing, Thou Canst
Make Me Clean.
--Tht's how I get through
another
day.
That's
how
I get through
my life.////
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
"Longing"
When I look back
At You, My Friend,
I feel a Sadness run clear through
my veins, and I could
Die. If I were
Dead, Love, Would
You Finally Have Time
For Me, Again? If
Only the Dream of You
which is even better
Would love me
Too. You are like
The untammeable horse
That Cannot Be ridden.
I awaken from my dream
Wishing I had never
Dreamind It
At All./////////////
When I look back
At You, My Friend,
I feel a Sadness run clear through
my veins, and I could
Die. If I were
Dead, Love, Would
You Finally Have Time
For Me, Again? If
Only the Dream of You
which is even better
Would love me
Too. You are like
The untammeable horse
That Cannot Be ridden.
I awaken from my dream
Wishing I had never
Dreamind It
At All./////////////
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
//I can feel our souls
like dancers' feet
we must have wings
because we skim over the puddles
and they dont even
they dont do anything, they just
remind us
that we are
alone
Together.
I do not know what
comes after this life, but I believe,
this life is just puddles we're skimming through
like fairies
or angels
something like light
something like joy
something like hope.
Amen.
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like dancers' feet
we must have wings
because we skim over the puddles
and they dont even
they dont do anything, they just
remind us
that we are
alone
Together.
I do not know what
comes after this life, but I believe,
this life is just puddles we're skimming through
like fairies
or angels
something like light
something like joy
something like hope.
Amen.
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We were trying, my husband and I,
We were trying
to get through
to the other side of
pain
to runaway together
but we cant seem to outrun it.
We've been waiting all this time
To come out from hiding--
To live
our lives together--
but four years have rolled by and I find
This Pain
is living.
The life i always wanted to get to
with Theodore and no other
will either be reached, or it
will not be reached...
This Pain
Has Changed Us.
It has changed our directions, what we care about,
who is left,
what we weigh for what,
what matters to us.
This Pain
Has taken
the past
and become a
dust cloud
flying all around us.
We may be dying.
We may have a future.
We do not know.
Not-knowing brings us together
In This Pain,
Nights of exhaustion
Days of agony
Are no less real than
the sunlight coming
through the lace
curtains of our bedroom.//
This Pain
has changed us. It has changed
what we ever wanted
and what we have left
it has made us stronger with every
cruelty. Another day goes by and another,
and i'm struggling to let go of my dreams
of a family, of some money,
of a car, of something that
actually belonged to me--
of having children.
Because There Is No
Greater Happiness Than
To Be
In Theodore's Arms.
I love you forever Theodore Land.
Love, Your Wife.
We were trying
to get through
to the other side of
pain
to runaway together
but we cant seem to outrun it.
We've been waiting all this time
To come out from hiding--
To live
our lives together--
but four years have rolled by and I find
This Pain
is living.
The life i always wanted to get to
with Theodore and no other
will either be reached, or it
will not be reached...
This Pain
Has Changed Us.
It has changed our directions, what we care about,
who is left,
what we weigh for what,
what matters to us.
This Pain
Has taken
the past
and become a
dust cloud
flying all around us.
We may be dying.
We may have a future.
We do not know.
Not-knowing brings us together
In This Pain,
Nights of exhaustion
Days of agony
Are no less real than
the sunlight coming
through the lace
curtains of our bedroom.//
This Pain
has changed us. It has changed
what we ever wanted
and what we have left
it has made us stronger with every
cruelty. Another day goes by and another,
and i'm struggling to let go of my dreams
of a family, of some money,
of a car, of something that
actually belonged to me--
of having children.
Because There Is No
Greater Happiness Than
To Be
In Theodore's Arms.
I love you forever Theodore Land.
Love, Your Wife.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
What the Heart Knows
In the dark
of the night
in the middle
of the night mare
that one dreams
in the light
and in the dark
in the dark
and in
the light----
that the heart
is Good.
That is
enough
to melt
any
ice
age.////
By CES 5/21/13
In the dark
of the night
in the middle
of the night mare
that one dreams
in the light
and in the dark
in the dark
and in
the light----
that the heart
is Good.
That is
enough
to melt
any
ice
age.////
By CES 5/21/13
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
"Hanging By a Thread"
To my husband Theodore Land.
We're so alive
God, we're so alive
Suddenly we're dying and
your arms are around me, and we're suspended in
pain and ecstasy of one another's tears and we're so in love,
God, we're so in love.
If only we could breathe--- then
there wouldn't be anything
wrong.
If I die
Give everything I had to Theodore, my husband,
If I die,
I wont care,
because when i'm dying
your'e holding me so tight
so damnedly tightly
and i am a snowflake and you are a star
and we are spinning in infinity
around the axis of our entwined bodies
and as our tear intermingle and as
we find them pooling in one anothers silent
arms, I am free, I could just
laugh, I could just laugh.
To be so beautiful, so fragile,
and so in love is an ecstasy of longing
that is mutual. If I
die, My Love, I want to die weeping in your arms
with the sun streaming through the lace curtains
the way we almost died today.
I love you Theodore.
Love,
Your Wife.
To my husband Theodore Land.
We're so alive
God, we're so alive
Suddenly we're dying and
your arms are around me, and we're suspended in
pain and ecstasy of one another's tears and we're so in love,
God, we're so in love.
If only we could breathe--- then
there wouldn't be anything
wrong.
If I die
Give everything I had to Theodore, my husband,
If I die,
I wont care,
because when i'm dying
your'e holding me so tight
so damnedly tightly
and i am a snowflake and you are a star
and we are spinning in infinity
around the axis of our entwined bodies
and as our tear intermingle and as
we find them pooling in one anothers silent
arms, I am free, I could just
laugh, I could just laugh.
To be so beautiful, so fragile,
and so in love is an ecstasy of longing
that is mutual. If I
die, My Love, I want to die weeping in your arms
with the sun streaming through the lace curtains
the way we almost died today.
I love you Theodore.
Love,
Your Wife.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
//You see a straight line.
But I see a circle.
And something is rising, like awave
in the sea, at the edge
of the sea. Nature never did
forsake
the Heart That
Loved
Her.//
You see a straight line,
I see a circle.
It fills me with light!
But I see a circle.
And something is rising, like awave
in the sea, at the edge
of the sea. Nature never did
forsake
the Heart That
Loved
Her.//
You see a straight line,
I see a circle.
It fills me with light!
Friday, May 3, 2013
//We dug down deep.
We didn't hope for
tomorrow. We didnt hope for
anything. We were resigned to
die....
Months passed...are passing...
the pain is intense. But it
goes on and on, and yet today
I realize that
by chance or by fate, I have
survived-- i appear to be
alive--- that somehow we
survived, theodore and I,
For we dug down deep
and our roots must have found
water, because I realize
that, in all this Pain, I remain
Alive.
Thank You God.
In Jesus name,
Amen.
We didn't hope for
tomorrow. We didnt hope for
anything. We were resigned to
die....
Months passed...are passing...
the pain is intense. But it
goes on and on, and yet today
I realize that
by chance or by fate, I have
survived-- i appear to be
alive--- that somehow we
survived, theodore and I,
For we dug down deep
and our roots must have found
water, because I realize
that, in all this Pain, I remain
Alive.
Thank You God.
In Jesus name,
Amen.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Nights like these,
early predawn mornings
my heart cannot sleep
nights like these,
my heart cries out
for injustices and i am
ignored by even old friends/
Nights like these,
I want to ask God
Why we have to die
Why my birds cant fly
Why we don't have wings
Why God never sings
And really anything
that doesnt make any
sense, to me, it seems.
My heart is not broken
it is angry at the world
it will not rest until i have
soothed my dear good heart
with my wise wise mind.
No, my heart is not broken--
it burns, rather, like a fire
or a hot iron that is perpetual
When will this passion leave my chest?
When the stars cease to shine. For Lord,
This good, good heart
of mine
will be true to thee
thus be true to me, wouldts thee?
The day i lose my good heart
is the day i will stop writing poetry.
Lord, I pray me this prayer,
Let me write poetry with this
good, good heart just because
i like the swoosh of the skis
on the ice of the clouds
of heaven!
//CES 4/30/13
I live now in dreams.
Memories keep me warm.
My husband is like the sun,
rising in the day and keeping
me alive then holding my heart
at night.
I live in dreams now.
Memories Keep me Warm.
My lifetime of friends have disappeared
like fallen leaves from my branches
Or frightened birds. I talk
to myself. Each morning I
awaken and go to see if anyone has
remembered me.... I have noone
left.... I live in dreams.
Memories Keep Me Warm.
//by CES 4/30/13
//it's better to give your life for
something
than to
live your life
without it/////////////////////////////////////
By CES 4/14/13
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I will tell you a secret
about hearts....
this secret is unfathomable as
space. Older than time.
The secret of the heart
is the broke broken heart. Love,
I have a secret gift-- you see--
I-can-
-OPEN-
Theodore's heart. First,
I ask God the Holy Spirit to speak through me.
And it is always there.
And Then, it starts to talk, I tell theodore what it say,
and he is in the fetal position under the covers
and my arms around him so very very very tightly---
--i can peek into his broken heart and do a little
Jesus-Love-Surgery. He lets me.
I ask Holy Spirit to speak through me,
and I speak in second-third person.
I tell him about his pain. His fears etc.
All his questions. The holy spirit
tells him, through me.
I am love.
In Jesus' Name.
AMEN.
//by CES 4/28/13
about hearts....
this secret is unfathomable as
space. Older than time.
The secret of the heart
is the broke broken heart. Love,
I have a secret gift-- you see--
I-can-
-OPEN-
Theodore's heart. First,
I ask God the Holy Spirit to speak through me.
And it is always there.
And Then, it starts to talk, I tell theodore what it say,
and he is in the fetal position under the covers
and my arms around him so very very very tightly---
--i can peek into his broken heart and do a little
Jesus-Love-Surgery. He lets me.
I ask Holy Spirit to speak through me,
and I speak in second-third person.
I tell him about his pain. His fears etc.
All his questions. The holy spirit
tells him, through me.
I am love.
In Jesus' Name.
AMEN.
//by CES 4/28/13
Saturday, April 27, 2013
I.
I was a blind man
and you picked me up.
I was a dead man
and you raised me up
I was a lonely man
and you gave me a purpose.
II. A beautiful girl
sitting in a room with
lace curtains
and a cello, she has
the most
beautiful
long black shining hair.
She keeps saying over and over
again,
in an angelic
voice, "All I have
are
lace curtains
and a cello."
"All I have
are lace curtains
and a cello/"
Then she says,
"How can I ever be
a poet
If I don't have the
money to buy
more things
to write
about? For
All I have
are
lace curtains
and a cello."
By CES 4/26/13
I was a blind man
and you picked me up.
I was a dead man
and you raised me up
I was a lonely man
and you gave me a purpose.
II. A beautiful girl
sitting in a room with
lace curtains
and a cello, she has
the most
beautiful
long black shining hair.
She keeps saying over and over
again,
in an angelic
voice, "All I have
are
lace curtains
and a cello."
"All I have
are lace curtains
and a cello/"
Then she says,
"How can I ever be
a poet
If I don't have the
money to buy
more things
to write
about? For
All I have
are
lace curtains
and a cello."
By CES 4/26/13
Friday, April 12, 2013
Prologue: On An Origami Starfish
I was lost, and,
not having any
road
left
now, to travel on; I
took my origami heart and flew
to a new branch, I found my heart
where it had always
been;
good heart! And I was
giddy
to leave
what company I was loth
to bear; and not haveing any
money,
I began to dream, A dream
took me far
away
from here, and I thought I should
create some sort of new
world. Worlds are special.
There is no identical world.
So I perch on this
branch, and begin I me
to sing, to sing for the why's
the birds sing-- for the
sake of singing, because singing is
my nature, because it
beautifies the world--
because, I have a dream of
another world. My home, let it be
another world away from
the real world, and let this home be a world for
me.
That I make craft something of
an origami starfish ocean that may
hold me like a dream
holds me when
I am
asleep--- do not wake
me,
but let me dream.
Brave new shores---
Farewell outworn world!
We start anew.
//CES 4/1/13
Thursday, April 11, 2013
//There are roses in this garden.
there are baby swimming minnows.
There is a leaf tree older than any other tree
its size. There is a feather
cluster
that is so bright in colour, that the
bouquet of which falls about the floor
like an angel's boudoir
fluffy down and shafts
dipped in watercolor paint
I find myself quite regularly alone.
I spend my days, quite regularly, alone.
I think about time, as its passing.
I wonder if it's passing more quickly or more slowly,
--surely more slowly than ever before, than even
when I was a child. Hours alone
are spent in quiet happy passing,
Not lookt for; not missed.
Five Birds
A Cat and
a Large Mouse
I have for companions. We sail
in the sunlight, We are trying to ignore
the world we dream of, that big world
out there-- outside the front door!
It can be so strange, and so dissapointing--
that world out there. I begin to grow
weary.
Five Birds Have I.
And a cat
And a large mouse---
Husband my husband come and hold me.
Bar the world outside our door,
Don't let anyone find me,
Let me be the most beautiful creature they've never
seen. Let me be for you.
It nearly strikes midnight, snd still
you are
washing dishes. You wash.
i'll mourn. Seasons come and go.
When will you Give me
a Child of my Own?//
by CES, 4/1/2013
A Lullaby For Theodore, My Husband.
Dream, dream, while the world
is young, and you have youth to hold you
when you are heavy of heart or sore
afraid. Dream, my baby,
Dream. Sleep lightly as a dove nestles
under a wing or a flower closes
up at night to keep the starshine out
and the ripples on the lake nearby
Go Still. My Baby, Dream. While the sky is
above and blue, while your heart is new.
never a stormcloud to trouble your dream.
nor a fear to wake thee in the thick black night.
Work in the night and sleep in the day,
Under my wings, under the eyes
Of God. Dream when the the morning light ruffles your
xhestnut brown hair and lights the Fair--
oh marvelous Fair!--- countenance of the face and thy sweet
self, thy tiny childlike body, the tiny little feet,
tiny little fists in a litlle
ball. Sleep my baby. Let your eyelids flutter open
When I wake you with a kiss, and
I will never let anyone or anything hurt you.
No. If it be the only thing that I do, let me
Gaurd thee, my husband, my Child, my Soulmate,
My Theodore.////
By CES 4/1/13
Saturday, March 30, 2013
"True Love"
A thousand thousand tiny fireflies lighting up the trees
A love song on the radio in our car
I've been drinking
And eating at
the nicest restaraunt
in town.
The sky begins to rain.
I say "Will you marry me Theodore?"
He doesn't answer, so i urge him, "Come On Say Yes!"
He says yes and takes my hand.
Take me home Daddy-O!
//And we all lived
Happily Ever After.
Amen.
THE END
(Or is it the beginning?)
A thousand thousand tiny fireflies lighting up the trees
A love song on the radio in our car
I've been drinking
And eating at
the nicest restaraunt
in town.
The sky begins to rain.
I say "Will you marry me Theodore?"
He doesn't answer, so i urge him, "Come On Say Yes!"
He says yes and takes my hand.
Take me home Daddy-O!
//And we all lived
Happily Ever After.
Amen.
THE END
(Or is it the beginning?)
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
"Lost"
Some days there's nothing
to go on. Some days
you can't hardly move,
Some days the Grief
You do not understand
Yet bear with a heavy load,
Is more than you ever wanted
to take. Some days you learn
that
Integrity
is moving one single grain of sand.
Aside from the fact that
one is utterly alone in this.
you get lost. You feel shame and guilt
because you are not being paid for
what you do; you are unemployed.
And probably always will be, some days
there isnt anyone to comfort you...
and isn't that
a divine mystery? Some days God
has been away so long that you can barely feel
His hand strengthening you. Sometimes
You care
what other people think.
It hurts. Some days you realize
you're going to have to put all your faith in God,
because there just isn't a Path anymore,
to follow. Some days, days like these,
I feel hopelessly
Lost.
CES 3/13/13
Some days there's nothing
to go on. Some days
you can't hardly move,
Some days the Grief
You do not understand
Yet bear with a heavy load,
Is more than you ever wanted
to take. Some days you learn
that
Integrity
is moving one single grain of sand.
Aside from the fact that
one is utterly alone in this.
you get lost. You feel shame and guilt
because you are not being paid for
what you do; you are unemployed.
And probably always will be, some days
there isnt anyone to comfort you...
and isn't that
a divine mystery? Some days God
has been away so long that you can barely feel
His hand strengthening you. Sometimes
You care
what other people think.
It hurts. Some days you realize
you're going to have to put all your faith in God,
because there just isn't a Path anymore,
to follow. Some days, days like these,
I feel hopelessly
Lost.
CES 3/13/13
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