I am the Love that never dies
I am She who calls to you from whispers, sound, vibrations of the Heart.
I come in Dark and Light
In Strength and Fear
Do not fade at what comes before you
Do not bluster or storm
You are always in my Love
I am carrying your torch of Light
To guide a way for you to be open
Be present
Be in Teaching
Of the moment
Nothing evades you
Nothing withheld from you
As all love can be received
All thanks to Love
In openness
Of Divine Love
Be open
Be gracious
Of the Love that never dies
Tag Archives: POETRY
Spring Equinox
To bird song
up in the tree
laughter sort
and gaiety
For dawn to break
with warming rays
comfort found
from cloudy days
To sounds so sweet
warmth entwine
embrace complete
To love divine
WPC: I’d Rather Be
Beach Life
My path took me to the waters edge
and pulled me back
feet on the sand
of moveable ground
And my eyes upon the skies
of appearing
pink hues of
another sunset
Release to resolve
is the talk of the wind
caressing my hair
than saltiness on the lips
The words are now far behind
and impressions
not yet made
in the sand ahead
Daily Post: Lifestyle
Haibun: Night Time
As the end of the day
merges into night
the clock pushes
the minutes into hours
turning over to the next day
What will tomorrow bring?
that will be told tomorrow
As time shrinks to midnight
I am grateful for all that is
All that has been told
Day merges to night
Turning over through midnight
As moments unfold
For #NaPoWriMo
This is a haibun, a combination of prose poem and haiku.
NaPoWriMo Day One: Salome
For the sun will rise higher

the day is long
and yet the sun
shines for a short time
as winter is not yet done
the sun rises but
not so high as to
reach the garden chair
or flower beds for glory
power of the shine
is for only a spell
as I am reminded
of days that will come
a brief glimpse
of golden rays
spark of brighter days and
hope as spring will surely come
Snowdrops – Winter’s Delicate Flower
Snowdrops are a delightful sight in February. They give a bright feel to mossy grounds which sparks a little joy on a grey day. These flowers are known to have approximately 20 variations of species and can grow up to 30cm tall. The botanical name is Galanthus, gala in Greek means “milk” and anthos, meaning “flower”(Wikipedia.org).
Although they are cultivated far and wide it is thought that they are native to eastern Europe. It is believed that many soldiers of the Crimean War brought small bundles of these bulbs back to Britain, but were first documented in Botanical text in the 16th century (www.nhm.ac.uk). Today they are cherished and there are dedicated Snowdrop Gardens open throughout the UK.
The snowdrops delicate nature has attracted the attention of many poets. Emily Dickinson, the garden lover, often uses metaphors to describe elements of nature. In the poem “I taste a liquor never brewed” she is giving praise to her garden, “drunk” on the intoxication of scent, beauty and botanical skills in cultivation. She uses metaphor to convey feelings, in my opinion, of her joy in the garden. I love the last stanza as she refers to the “seraphs” (a variety of snowdrop) as they “swing their snowy hats”.
I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro’ endless summer days –
From inns of Molten Blue –
When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove’s door –
When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” –
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
By Emily Dickinson.
William Wordsworth also thought of these little white flowers as angelic. In his poem “On seeing a tuft of snowdrops in a storm”, he uses words such as “faithful and immortal”.
When haughty expectations prostrate lie,
And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,
Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring
Mature release, in fair society
Survive, and Fortune’s utmost anger try;
Like these frail snow-drops that together cling,
And nod their helmets smitten by the wing
Of many a furious whirlblast sweeping by.
Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great
May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand
The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate;
And so the bright immortal Theban band,
Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove’s command,
Might overwhelm, but could not separate!
By William Wordsworth.
Dailypost – Winter’s Delicate Flower
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/
http://www.nhm.ac.uk/natureplus/blogs/wildlife-garden/2014/01/27/snowdrop-history?fromGateway=true
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galanthus
Photographs by Medicinalmeadows.com
It’s Still Early….
It’s still early and the light
from the dimming sun
is fading out of sight.
Clouds cast their net but
a stream of yellow beams
seeps to illuminate time.
A whisp of cold with a
crisp caress chills as the
sun sinks behind the hills.
Darkness will pull up
the moon and born is a
velvet sky adorning the stars.
For the WPC: Time
Winter Light
In the grip of winter
Only a sip of light
Can come into sight
The sky may fall
Consoled from a cloud
Land adorns a shroud
A mournful breeze
Heard to sanctify
Then whispers a sigh
Trees in Winter Sunlight
The frost will come
Still and opaque
No winds that wake
Nor hammering of rain
The air will chill
Breath to a cloud
Without a sound
Nor a droplet of song
Frozen in time
No light from dark
Beauty so stark
Nor sun rising higher