Guest Blog………I hope this poem speaks to you in some small way. Its a great reminder that we always have a choice.
bitter or better which one do you choose?
if you choose bitter, you know you will loose
one letter difference between the two, yet two different meanings that are far apart
one kills your soul and another strengthens your heart
i need to choose a better me
so that i can possibly
be able to communicate amicably
i want to live peacefully
so you can see the force in me
the force in me
is not always forcefully
but i’m not a joke
and i don’t blow smoke!
if you see smoke, then there is a fire
put your chinstrap on because I’m going to take it higher
i begin to soar
by starting on the floor
i can’t get up if i haven’t fallen down
starting from the ground
makes me sound
so you see
i don’t want to be
living my life bitterly
what is there to gain?
except more pain
to have more time loss
just add more to the dross
can you really afford the cost?
choose a better way
please don’t delay
no time to waste
pursue the chase
of a fulfilled life
for you and your hearers
It is said, food is sustenance -
purely and simply.
To that I say,
a poem is most exquisitely the savory and sweet
nectar which feeds the soul.
They’re meant to be slivered into bite size pieces,
swirled around and sucked on.
Much like one enjoys a fine wine,
allowing it to roll on the palette,
noting the high and low notes,
identifying the complex and subtle elements.
Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Lou Lipsitz,
Maya Angelou, Walt Whitman, Pablo Neruda
soothe the weary spirit.
sink into a comfortable chair,
lose yourself in the what if.
Chew on the fat, roll around in the grass,
graze on the possibilities.
Collect them, soak them in,
let them fill you.
Eat freely from the banquet of poems,
you will never be alone.
Full of Hope
If you look carefully, there are endless moments
of peace offerings throughout our day. Most are spoken through hushed, almost inaudible song. Spilled out with soft whispers and full hearts.
I caught a glimpse of this today while sitting in Church.
An elderly couple sitting with their daughter and grandson
shared a simple, yet stirringly beautiful moment. As the ritual of peace was offered, the daughter leaned over and gently kissed her Dad’s cheek and whispered, “peace to you Daddy,” and extended the same sentiment to her Mom.
It happened so quickly I almost missed it. The pureness
of the moment touched me so deeply it drew tears.
I’m not sure why this resonated the way it did, but
ever thankful for the reminder of peaceful, authentic love and for seeing it play out in this crazy world.
Debbie Hope….Full Of Hope
She’s been gone 4 years, 6 months, 7 days.
Yet, she visits religiously
The postman has no clue,
of the bounty he brings
with a bill from Duke Energy.
She must have purchased
a life long subscription
to watch TV.
it’s just another magazine-
not to me.
The spirit quite naturally reaches towards light
same as seedlings shoot straight for the sun,
desperate to be free of darkness.
There is one goal…..to grow
A move to the light is fitting.
when the bulb dances with light,
or a flashlight held to the ear,
to find the tiny spider settled inside
will instinctively rush to the light.
We are meant for the same,
to move forward, change, grow
A resplendent reach.
The shift of the sun
reminds us of this each morning.
Today’s hand reaches forth and pulls us into tomorrow,
however resistant we may be.
Silently, we follow
never certain what we will find,
blind leading the blind,
We drink deeply from the light,
it fuels us for another day.
It warms our blood,
wrestles sadness to the ground.
As you propel towards the light,
don’t forget to dance in the moonlight.
I hope this makes you soar!
Maybe you’ve felt it,
perhaps it floats to the surface every now and again.
Like a buried treasure,
it can be locked away or reasoned with.
I believe it resides someplace deep and real;
uniquely different from love.
It’s beyond what the eye perceives,
burrowed in the soul
far, far down
nestled with bone, twisted through tendon,
sleeping silently in cells.
It’s everywhere and through everything human
A testament of undeserving grace.
When you’ve seen it, really seen it
rubbed up against it,
smelled its essence
Lavish it upon yourself,
wear it like a coat of brilliant reds and golds,
toss it carelessly like confetti….everywhere
It is our human fanfare.
Full of Hope
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