The Sweetest Spot July 5, 2010

Found the sweetest spot
with my man
Sheltered by dune grass
in the cool night sand.

Blissfully alone
though people all around
A stolen moment
we gratefully found.

The stars shining bright
reflect the twinkle in his eye
And I remember I love him
with a long, lovely sigh.

All the way home
a light glows in his face
It matches the one
that fills my heart’s space
And I pray God forever leads us
back to this place.

The sweetest spot
in the cool night sand
sheltered by dune grass
With my man.

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.

This Fort January 13, 2010

We built this fort
with all the
energy and optimism
of youthful sport.

A solid foundation
well-laid out
Precise execution
absent of doubt.

It would be the best
there’s ever been!

But we grew tired
And the cold crept in.

Numb and weary
we ditched the plan
Throwing on the layers
as fast as we can.

Certain we’ll
go back later
To fill in the gaps
and empty craters.

On we went
with the rest of our lives
Leaving the fort
on it’s own to survive.

And though we thought
all remained the same
It seems somehow
so much had changed

Imperceptibly,
a little at a time,
It twisted and fell
into yours and mine.

Now here I stand
in the dark, alone
A bit of a stranger
in this place called home.

Clearly I see
that solid foundation
But the mess on top
pricks my eyes with frustration.

I wrestle with the demons
Which ones tell the lie?
Best to start all over-
this can’t be built too high.
Or it’s strong and sturdy,
only slightly awry.

Either way, I pray
my faith will grow stronger
Because I can’t look
any longer
at what used to be
should be, could be
may be.

Turning away
with a silent sigh
kept inside
the tears not cried.
Even with a fort
some things still die.

I Feel God January 3, 2010

I feel God
on lazy Sunday mornings
lying with my lover
gently entwined
quiet as the snowflakes
falling from the sky.

Dream World December 21, 2009

Early to rise

All around me is quiet.

Words drift down
Let loose from the riot.

Opening up
As it comes and goes.
With bluest ink
Through me it flows.

Slowly it weaves
Like a soul-filled prayer
Until suddenly it deems
I’m ready to share.

With a spirit that it will touch.
And a mind that with me will think too much.
And a heart with praise that it will gush.

I’ll drink in truth
And wash away sin.
Ready as the rest
Of the day begins.

An afternoon soaking
In the bright sunshine
Amid living waters
Feels divine.

Into the evening
Great company gathers.
Exactly what’s for dinner doesn’t matter.
Whatever the fare, we don’t care
We’re fed by the energy
That sizzles in the air.

Joy and laughter
Propel our feet.
Finding the music
We dance to the beat.

Contentment that is found
In a day well-lived
Sparks genuine intimacy
No longer hid.
More perfect than just right.
Held in its embrace
We sail through the night.

Pleasantly surprised
I find other souls
Seeking parallel lives.
Not exactly the same
But similar enough
To feel kind of strange.

Deeply I’m comforted
They will call this home.
Here in my dream world
I will not be alone.