Should you waste such wisdom, you weren’t worthy….
Withdraw me never
Rubies I am to myself
Sail me to always
Original Thought Credit:
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
When love won’t leave you
And asks, “Why should I?”
All audacious and unapologetic and such
Yet demanding descent into grey
Leave behnd the toxic whirr
Walk away from someday
Wisdom befriend me
Show from whence your comfort comes
Come ye from the dark?
Location: Frank Lloyd Wright garden at Taliesin; Spring Green, Wisconsin
It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.
Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.
This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.
A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.
This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.
There is a warm wind
A powerful voice rides upon it
But the bandana is unwavering
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
When Winter returns to assure
There was in that dark house
A dark corner
Barricaded by a bookcase
Shelves of borrowed, unused wisdom
Visitors might only glimpse
One trying afternoon
Two deja vu’s too many
A final conversation
A one-sided determination
A voice overdue journeyed forth
And She Said
Let there be light
For She Knew
There should be light
There can be color
There in the aftermath
A dark mess
Cobwebs and chipped paint
A different bookcase revealed
She scrubbed and painted Green