Boat upon these tranquil waters— Resting in a pool of stars. If I dip my fingers over; Might I tinker with red Mars?   Firmament— divided waters. Might I travel through the void, to the other side of heaven? Seeing God, yet not destroyed.  …

There’s grace at the end of the tunnel Although I travel alone. There’s grace at the end of the tunnel though my path’s not always shown.   I can see with the guiding light He sets before me each day. As I call on Him…

I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky But tree branches covered my eye Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”.   Spread in majesty the tree branches clasped in unison Intent on masking the light of the…

Carved In My Heart Do you remember me? We met here… Long ago; Lifetimes before. Do you know me, still? We met again, Right here… Not even a moment ago. More than once… twice three times, four and five… a dozen times. Always so close……

Leaves fall like broken joy, from her beloved tree. Pain is felt by both the dying leaf,falling free and lonely tree.

Oh how the time goes by but memories don’t fade. I can hear your voice and the love you gave.   To all your children Throughout your life Sometimes with hardship Sometimes with strife.   From one two three and four five six. You loved…

Glancing at a one-day obituary, unmentioned name to nameless successors, last you said you knew I thought of you often, thoughts now are archetypes you grew, fused inside inseparable divine, soft blending maternal melting, thawing out all which came before. Cross pollination at fledgeling time,…

Triumph in your own skin.

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

Hour 4  (Epistolary Poem Marathon Prompt: writing a letter/poem to a deceased person) My dear brother Bob: Calling you dear most likely has you giving me a heavenly eye roll…..I would expect nothing less from you my dear, dear brother! Your photo on my desk…