Love crosses the color line and claims itself.
Love listens to hear the sounds of Angels
and learns to speak in song.
From words that hold hands,
Love spaces itself through the wind and above the sand,
Finding footsteps to fit feet too little,
That walked so far to find home.
A Savior, a Lord, a Master.
Feet no longer left to roam.
God grant me, hear my call,
Mark my footsteps lest I fall.
My Counselor, my Healer, my every saving Grace.
Make my peace my only resting place.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Heros
Medallion on the spine. A golden paper label.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
When in the eve of a hallowed day
And the calm has long since come,
Where a place is made for those
Whose time has become one.
Think of he who holds the night
In the palm of his hand.
Then honor what has come to light
To define the noble man.
History tells of his goodly deeds,
His labor of his love,
His devotion is of his galant way,
His solemn vow, the moon above.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
From: Monet's impression of A Summer's Day
To: "The starry, starry night" of Vangough's way
Finds the mystery from artistry of canvas and ink
--And gives my mind a moment's think.
What now does it render,
Of both color and spendor
What pros ever written
Might it tell.
When once unknown and now,
Never to be forgotten
Lives
That never end.
Oil spills onto paper
From an eye's Moment in time
Now rewrites its history
In rhyme.
With Monet of my right
And Van Gough of my left
Balances between the two,
Talent just known to few.
I gather my thoughts
of day and night
And place them
Whole and new.
A transference of time and hour
Through portals of memoired pasts
Bring memorials of perfect views
That last, and last, and last.
Kathy S. Dillard
083008
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
There once was an old man from Nantucket
Who spent his life kicking a bucket.
Then one day unaware
He had found nothing there
A garden ended his journey and arose he did just to pluck it.
...Take Time To Smell The Roses #1
Kathy S. Dillard
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Jesus
Wipes my eyes and sits me down
He lifts my spirit to higher ground.
In the cradle of His arms,
He rocks my mind,
In Him I find Peace.
The perfect life and a perfect way,
I learn my lesson day by day.
I remember Him,
In service and in truth
When I pray.
I find consolation in knowing CHRIST,
The sad sad yearnings I no longer fight.
CHRIST is my Savior and Jesus was my friend.
Peace and love I have within.
Amen
090516
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
In the briar meadow
Where the wind swings long and low,
Is the memory of a hidden path
Little women may not know.
The rancid smell of Crimson paint
Of Cupid's Scarlet Bow,
Scars its victim one by one,
A branding iron's foe.
It seals the fate of little girls
Before they come to be,
Who hide themselves to kindly peek
Upon the doe of The Briar Patches' knee.
The sweet sweet savor of blackberries
Growing wild along the lane
Delay return as all consumed
The berries from Orchid Lane.
The Whisper of the Willow Trees
That hide the Sacred Kiss
Loft the Billowing Sounds
Of a young lovers' hopeful wish.
But fate has never faltered
A Secret only the Willow know,
Why the Holy Crimson stain
Drips upon the Briar's doe.
Now the Garden only fills
The air of aged chills
Of a yearnings' life that only once
Thorned it's lovely ills.
Scarlet hushed the haunting Whispers
Made upon the Briar's Patch
While Cupid's proof kept itself softly
Far beneath the Willow's match.
Scarlet's quilted choker
Swinging in the breezy wind
Tell the blessed beauty's life
Of a dearly devoted friend.
Life once so treasured,
Now so very long ago
Leave the only trace upon The Garden's Lot
In the evenings' glow.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Time spells a story that only you can tell.
Delivers your life from a soul destined for hell.
No one holding you, no one setting you free,
No one knowing how to know you, to let you be.
Then His love turned your life around
And sets your feet on solid ground.
From tears, a new life is found.
The tears of a clown no longer frown.
Should you just stop saving yourself
And leave your dreams safely on a shelf
Or should you fight and give your future new life?
Something inside restores your will and saves you from strife.
The heart, the soul, the spirit make a new song
The beat, the rhapsody, the melody now music no longer wrong.
A new song of life
Makes your new world right.
All that echoes through the night
Echoes an inner will to fight.
Step back and come correct, for all that's heard,
New life yields a New word!
Life Matters
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
I am a woman
Sharp, keen, sensitive, kind
Looking, but sometimes, not finding
Rainbows, full moons, deep waters, sunrises,
Love.
I am a woman
Soft, full, lean, round
Arching my back, rocking on waters,
Hot summer nights, cold winter mornings, rainy days
Making love.
I am a woman
Nurturing, understanding, sacrificing, accepting,
Pressing my pelvis, cradling my arms, offering my *******
Angels, Crosses, Saints
Creating love.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
If my house was a castle,
Then I would be the queen.
I'd gather all my subjects
And to them all, I'd sing.
I sing of all the wonder
I've seen in my life
And I'd try to explain
What's wrong and what's right.
But how do you show
Those who cannot see
And how do you help form
Those who know not what to be?
If I sing and you can't hear me
Is my song sung in vain,
Like a flower that drowns
In the midst of the rain?
I want to help you as you grow
Yet, I do not know what to do
But if my singing helps,
Then I will sing to you.
I don't have all the answers.
All I have is my song
So I'll sing to show I love you
So you know that you belong.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC