lori gayheart

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Room to Grow June 28, 2010

My biggest holes
I’ve come to see
in the mirror of relationship
between you and me.

And I’m beginning to love
those empty places
No longer wanting others
to fill in the spaces.

Those yawning gaps
of varying degrees
Give me room to grow
to become more me.

The fear of knowing
my deepest self
Replaced with love and truth
the whole of spiritual health.

My apologies, forgiveness
gratitude and love
Pour forth from my soul
on the wings of a dove.

So I’ll think of you always
with a thankful heart
and all the special blessings
that were here from the start.

 

A Pan Full of Light April 5, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — lorigayheart @ 2:10 pm
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Sifting through the sands of time
Panhandling for golden moments
Really? This is it?
A few shinning nuggets among the sediments?

But maybe if I let go
of my preconceived notions
Of what is gold
and what is just commotion
Or lumps of coal
from life’s misfortunes.

Might there be
with a touch of the Stone
The richest riches
man has ever known?

The depths within me
and without
Would unite together
banishing doubt.

With new eyes opened
I could wash away the silt
And see a Heaven on earth
that surely can be built.

Words of wisdom
fused with love
Might delight my soul
and move my body as a dove.

And in the final battle
If all went right
I’d see God everywhere
And my pan full of Light.

 

Gone December 24, 2009

Filed under: Poetry — lorigayheart @ 3:30 am
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Just one day

with nothing to say

makes me nervous.

Poof!  Gone.

 

In My Shower December 21, 2009

Filed under: Poetry — lorigayheart @ 9:19 am
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My favorite place to be,

a moment of peace and tranquility.

Daily ritual, somehow magical.
Since a child, I have stood beguiled.

In my shower.

Thoughts rain down from above.
Warm rivers course full of truth and love.
I strain and strive to soak it in
Until released with paper and pen.

Must remember to lock the door.
It’s happened many times before.
Intruders not meaning to intrude
Have no way to gauge the mood.

Pluck me from inside to out.
Shocked and startled, I always shout.
And watch in sadness and in pain
As babes of angels flow down the drain.

 

 
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