The Candle

The candle

I was given

as a memorial

for my mother

who passed away a few short months ago
I sat with the candle,
looked at the candle
and found myself yearning for a moment with my mom
and so
I brought it with me
to spend time with her
in the only way I could

I lit the candle and
sat with it
watching the flame
burning in front of me
I drew it closer

and felt the warmth
burning beside me,
I longed for more 

I stared intently
waiting and wanting my mother to return
and as I gazed at the wax

and the flame
burning within

appeared a heart

and I knew my mom was with me

Clearing Clouds

If I write my thoughts down and release them while I drive

Will my message ever reach you, far beyond the heaven's sky

Will the letters stay maintained in the order I set down

Will the wind send them spinning, so they rustle up a sound

Will my words become a mantra, a subtle shift avowed

Emerging alteration with the force of thunder clouds

As my sentiment evolves from the mystical unknown

For all my worldly errors I am humbly atoned

 

Sift or Swing

The difference between a blanket on the beach and a hammock in the yard is the support of two strong trees to hold us up. 

Sometimes we are happy in the sandbox and other times we need to reach for the trees

Angel Hugs

I got an urge to climb a tree.
I wanted to see how far I'd see.
I tackled the tree with nimble feet,
and quickly found a new retreat,
and as I climbed the tree got slim.
I swayed and bent each tiny limb.
I tested twigs so frail and weak,
all for a glance, a premier peak,
and when I thought, the branch would break,
I saw it there, the golden gate.





You looked at me, your silence spoke,
and cradled in your winged cloak,
you gently brought me back to home
and then I heard "you're not alone
The tapping leaves upon each tree
are loving words to you from me
The rays of sun that break the clouds
are your embrace, a soothing shroud
The random hearts you come across,
are angel hugs sent from aloft"