Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"


The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart*
I saw him with my naked eye fighting for his life  
struggling for re-entry into God's kingdom;
His mother cradled him softly in the softest enmesh of her
aching arms, over and over she repeated his name  
like a sacred mantra.
He was born with a congenital heart defect
and wasn't expected to live over the age of one.
She walked him to the window and inside the sky
she saw a crepuscular light appear just before the sunrise
As the child was bathed in light two blue eyes opened
and a cupid mouth shaped an O, though nothing came out
but a deep deep sigh;
His chest heaved and with his eyes lifted to heaven
he was taken by a brooding nimbus cloud that appeared out of no where.
The rain began to fall gently from a heavy laden sky,  
his soul saturated by love, climbed to heaven without even once having had the chance to ask God, Why?

Quote by author: Touch the cornerstone of our memories
and there you shall discover the amulet of love
that I once gave to you and you to me.  

In the face of love I find your heart and all you ever gave to me
the cherished days I held so dear the laughter of our youth
you
In the face of love my journey now complete is knitted
in the breaths we took together
we
In the face of love we conquered every hill
and every raging storm inside and out
us*
In the face of love no poem could describe our story,  
nor  show the hourglass of our beautiful lifetime

You touched my soul and melted it with yours my love
heart to heart no separation can ever take away
the joined assembly of our precious, precious, love.

Once upon a time
when I was a child of three  
looking at the stars
and whispering to the moon,  
I sang me a song of love;  
then the years went by
and I lost my girlish ways
forgetting the view
I saw, life became unclear
as dry bones began to ache.
Returning to love  
I recalled the moon and stars  
and the girl who sang;
When I was a child of nine,  
yes, the world was truly mine
The whispering moon
was a big fat red balloon
that made my heart sing;
Though I always sang in tune,
life was over, way too soon.

Father Time

As the evening turns to a whisper, the sky changes to the color of wine  
and while the trees with their over-shadowed limbs hover by the path,  
saving stars of heaven shine down,  
as brilliant as the eyes of Father Time.  
When the night delivers her last soprano key and her song is
heard forever in the halls of nature's memory,  
every brook and every creature in the forest slows its pace.  
While the moon reflects the sun and mirrors its own light,
the small hands of time move forwards, ever so slowly.  
The sky evolving into an orchestra of music,  
shows us an endless parade of sailboats passing by,
they glide then disappear, far into the night
leading us ever closer to the blessed light.

When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically
changing the present by doing something small.  But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future.


Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable
then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched
Short term goals are comforting to an individual
when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach
A sprint runner at a short distance race
has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward
and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon
Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand
Wear comfy shoes and just start walking
When people think about the future, they think its already set
but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead.
Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time
sooner than later your future will align,  
and you will get there when, its your time to shine.

When it comes to all my sorrows
what do I do with them
Do I place them in a paper cup
and pour them down the sink
Do I take a mallet to them
and pound them soft as mink
When it comes to all my tears
where do I bring them?
Do I bring them to the sea
to merge with salty smears
Do I offer up my wailings
to the God above?
When it comes to all my sadness
what can take them all away?
Do I grin and bear it with a grin    
then walk away on feet of clay  
or do I pray for better days,  
hoping that ,He'll lead the way.