Ouch! How the thorns of life impress their mark;
Impacting like a traitor in the dark!
A bleeding wound that never seems to heal;
With all the replays, blood cannot congeal.
Too overwhelmed, forgetful in the pain..;
Take heart! The roses always bloom again!
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I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at
dVerse,
where Björn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!
A blessing song for our Mother Earth and her many inhabitants. May we live in harmony here, and with all beings everywhere!
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
Refrain:
Earth we know
Earth we love
As below
So above.
Earth we take
Earth we give
We awake
As one to live!
1. May compassion be our guide,
Seeing all that you provide.
May our knowledge come to show
Wisdom as we change and grow.
Refrain:
2. May we give to you our best,
Loving kindness, peace, and rest.
Harmony is One in All,
Shaping land and waterfall.
Refrain:
3. God above and on the earth
Lives through every death and birth.
Planet of the Spirit, too,
May we handle you with Truth!
Refrain:
In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
Believest thou not that I am in the Father, and the Father in me? the words that I speak unto you I speak not of myself: but the Father that dwelleth in me, he doeth the works.
–John 14:2,10 (KJV)
Being a human father is never easy! As a woman I can’t pretend to understand a father’s feelings, trials, circumstances, responsibilities – just to name a few. But I know we have a Father, the one who created us and did not just drop us here to fend for ourselves, but who makes his home within each of us. My prayer is that every father on earth will turn to the Heavenly Father within for strength, wisdom, understanding, peace, and above all, love.
Happy Father’s Day!
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
Refrain:
There are many, many, many, many
Bodies in this world.
And each one is the image of
The Father’s love unfurled.
We may not realize it
Through the mind’s unending swirl.
But the Father makes His home
In everybody in this world.
1. If it were not so,
How could we live?
Without love to show,
What would we give?
Refrain:
2. If it were not so,
Christ couldn’t be.
Without love to show,
There’d be no you or me.
But
Refrain:
3. If it were not so,
He’d have no house.
Without love to show,
No mansions to give out.
But
Refrain:
So remember you’re a home
For the Father in this world.
There is power in ev-e-ry word,
Or at least, that is what I have heard.
But believe it or not,
Those who told me forgot!
And the speeches they preach are absurd!
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Written for
dVerse,
though I’m not sure it qualifies. The meter is fun, like all
Limericks,
and a nice break from my usual, more serious meter and subjects!
Smiles spilling all around,
Saturating driest ground,
Calming down with softest light
Every fiery word that bites;
Laying in a bed of peace
Where Hope blooms with gentle ease.
And in the morning glow of Dawn,
We look and find new smiles have grown!
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Another for
dVerse,
with thanks to Grace for her inspiration!
Abundance does our soul enfold,
But we’re forgetful in this world.
Such hardened hearts and trials tough
Show Everything is not enough.
The countless Enemies to blame
Perpetuate a losing game.
If love spilled out like human greed,
The currency would not be “need!”
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A Quadrille for
dVerse,
where 44 is the magic (i.e. required) number of words, and one word must be a form of “spill”!
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. Drinkin’ coffee, eatin’ chocolate, turnin’ up sad songs;
Drinkin’ coffee, eatin’ chocolate, turnin’ up sad songs.
No wonder I can’t sleep! But how do I move on?
2. Feelin’ busy, thinkin’ too much, wantin’ outa here;
Feelin’ busy, thinkin’ way too much, wantin’ outa here.
And when the day is done, I still can’t find the cheer.
3. Wakin’ up all tense and restless, wond’rin’ what to do;
Wakin’ up all tense and restless, wond’rin’ what to do.
How long’s it gonna take to stop and get a clue!
4. Drinkin’ coffee, eatin’ chocolate, turnin’ up sad songs;
Drinkin’ coffee, eatin’ chocolate, turnin’ up sad songs.
They never wake me up, just keep me in the fog.
5. List’nin’ for a welcome word to wash away my fears;
List’nin’ for a welcome word to wash away my fears.
The Spirit calls my name and whispers, “I am here.”
6. I see the Daystar shine and shimmer, lightin’ up my way;
I see the Daystar shine and shimmer, lightin’ up my way;
I feel the dawn in me, it’s lifting me awake!
7. Let the inside and the outside show the Spirit’s love;
Let the inside and the outside show the Spirit’s love.
And let us keep on movin’ on, come on now, let’s wake up!
O let us keep on movin’ on, come on now, let’s wake up!
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
(capo 4)
Soaring high above the clouds
Of chaos in my mind,
I know there is a song to sing
With words I cannot find.
I hunt and peck and try in vain
To force the music out
And feel the pangs of harsh regret
That feed the fire of doubt.
The time has come to let it go
And set the songbird free!
For only when the spirit soars
Can any songbird sing!
I learn to find the hidden nest
Of peace within my mind,
Where love consoles and lifts me over
All the thoughts that bind.
There are no words to look for here,
No melody to sing;
The music of this sacred place
The Spirit plays within.
So, take the time to let it go
And set the songbird free!
For only when the spirit soars
Can you, the songbird, sing!
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Songbird Sing Mp3.
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“Poetics – The Music in You” is today’s prompt over at
dVerse.
Basically the exercise, for poets, is to write a song lyric instead of a poem. Read the post–I totally agree with the part about poems beaing “heard” in a speaking voice, while lyrics are not!
Most of you know by now that I’m a songwriter. However, this one is a song written more like a poem! It has melody, harmony, rhythm, and honestly, I think it turned out well! But you’ll notice it does not have a refrain or chorus. And it’s written in quatrains, those stanzas/verses of 4 lines. They rhyme, as most (all?) of my songs do. But it can be either read alone, listened to as a song, or both.
I hope you enjoy this. I couldn’t resist writing to this prompt, but the result is not what I expected! No, it is much better!
Also published in
Vision through Words
Whether we seek to know God, a person, or His other creations, it’s all the same: We cannot truly know, unless and until we give up preconceived expectations, ideas, and judgments.
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. So you think you know me,
‘Cause you passed me on the road a time or two.
And you think you owe me
Your opinions and one version of the truth.
Refrain:
You try to tell my story,
But it is not yours to tell.
When you live without its trappings,
Then you can know me well.
2. So you think you love me,
‘Cause you believe I chose the perfect thing to do.
And you think you hold me
In a pretty little box filled with the proof.
Refrain:
3. So you think you see me,
‘Cause you recognize my body in this place.
And you think you need me
To look the same every time you see my face.
But I am writing you a story
That only you can tell.
When you live the truth inside you,
Then you shall know me well.
When you live the truth inside you,
Then you shall know me well.
You shall know me well.
I didn’t know he was coming
Until it was too late to wonder
Whether I wanted him.
The ultrasound picture of a baby boy sealed the deal:
Yes, I wanted him.
I didn’t know it was time
Until it was too late to be afraid
And go anywhere else.
So, the bathtub was his birthplace,
And I was not afraid.
I didn’t know what would happen
Until it was too late to change
The court’s final decision.
Someone decided I should be the weekend mom,
And everything changed.
But I didn’t know it was time
Until it was too late to stop
Learning, writing, giving, moving.
I learn from others and myself;
I give my best in service to All.
So if something good comes out of it,
Is anything really a mistake?
Or just mistaken?
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Written for the “mistakes” prompt at
dVerse.
I wasn’t going to post this, because it feels very personal. But it gives me courage to know I’m not the only one. My son, my divorce are not just mine; others have them and relate to them. Maybe this will help someone.
Mystical Strings 
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