Taking it, because I taught myself to
Listening, because all they did was subdue
Oh, what an awakening
Rose flower, time to see a blossoming
From first sight of a hue
To petals fragile, trying to break through
Rose flower, touched pruned, positioned
But truly blossom, she hasn’t
The rose wants to blossom
Her way, bend if she must
The rose wants her true growth
It’s time, their opinions must go with the dust
There, there, my love
See how the gap bridges in
Distance is fading, time is nigh
The genesis of our union,
One full of awe and purpose
It’s happening, I see you soon
The giddiness of potential
Oh, what an unfolding, we behold now
The realization of loving and being in love
Thus far we have come
Thus far the Lord has brought us
The Lord has been good and faithful
Anticipation is an understatement
See my body, ever so eager
Arms mimicking an embrace
My shoulders, they prepare,
A resting place for your head
And my heart, ever jumpy like an anxious puppy
We have known for a while
That we’re worth each other’s time
We’ve cultivated a garden
That bears fruits of love
To say I love you is not enough
But I’m forever thankful that we found each other
A day at a time
A tear that will dry
There is a reason,
There is a season
But still there is despair
A hug to say all is fine
A word of encouragement
To calm a racing mind
But there will still be that moment
Hands in pockets, and emptiness felt
Such is a revisiting sorrow
That comes in waves
Such is a daunting anxiety
That comes uninvited
Such is the guilt felt
For shifting the mood
So I ask that you bear with me
You jolly soul, best friend, confidant
One day it may be well
One day the pockets may be filled
With something other than emptiness
Something worth remembering,
Something that will carve a smile
The little things
Do make the difference
It has taken some years
But the eyes now see this
Some fancy jewels
But she, a reading chair
For the lustre many seek after
Is second to a great novel
The little things
Do make the difference
Like a bowl of macaroni and milk
To appease the hunger pangs
Some prefer take out
But she, a home cooked meal
Because temporary delicacies
Wear out this body, her temple
Dawn sweep away the perils
That chided me in sleep
Praying and crying out, though nasal
My Saviour, He hears me weep
Turned on side, pillowing my fears
The stillness, so loud, envelops
Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears
Gathering courage, to never give up hope
The day is bursting through
And the remnants of night, they fade
Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two
For today we choose joy, and will not trade
Miss Shelly
I call her
For she’s spared these eyes
A humbling moment
I hope that I too
Will someday be a Miss Shelly
She’s clothed in dungarees, blonde hair in a messy bun
She cradles her wee one, who’s also matching her khaki jacket
Miss Shelly
Ever so protective
Very much the doting mother
She loves on her little one
And me? I watch
Till his eyes meet mine
Baby chuckles in delight
What a wonderful sight to behold
Ah Miss Shelly!
She’d do anything for him
She’d put herself last
Miss Shelly, go on and be blessed
And I can’t help but think
Of all the purest connections
My eyes have made
With the very young and innocent
I wish they’d remember
I wish that, this could someday make them smile
I wish they’d know, how for a few minutes
They had made a stranger’s day
In a world of chaos
Some are choosing their blues
The big ones, the little ones
And they ponder in recluse
So be wary and considerate
That you know not their fate
For some have slept
Only to wake and walk
Walking, but not existing
For some have dreamt
A thousand dreams, yet still sulk
Moping in misery
And for some, they are hoping
For a glimpse of a miracle
Hands clasped tightly
As they mumble prayers of petition
And as for the writer,
She cries out for reassurance
Tonight, feeling weighted more
By the littlest of blues
He held her close and she lay her head on his chest. The silence competing with the tension, till the latter could no longer bear it. Counting three breaths, she mouthed, “Are you sure we’re not lost in ourselves?”
He held her close and she cuddled up to him, like a koala baby and its mother. In that moment, nothing could shift attention from a bond, formed over distance, over texts, over a forged, genuine love. A bond, now released to temperaments and the intricacies of the human connection
He held her close and they experienced a feeling so familiar, previously emanating in waves, now static. This was home, their home. This love had traveled and finally arrived at its final destination. Sunflowers had always been her favourite. Today in full fictitious bloom, they gave their approval. Joy has cometh
Night of laments
So why do I see the stars?
For every mistake, a choice I made
Night so contoured
Why do I sense hope?
The haze, slowly fading into the horizon
Night, of…restoration
Certainly must be
Regrets are in the distant
Someday, worried one
You’ll find the light
Someday, wretched one
You’ll be on the other side
Through the swampy marsh
Over the land mines
Past the naysayers
Beyond any obstacle
Someday, somehow
You’ll rejoice, where the light resides
Gone are the hours of yesterday
And dawn, knocks behind the window pane
Before we let her in,
There are some matters to resolve
A worrisome heart and a pondering mind
Loud is the silence
But louder is The Voice
Beseeching and reassuring,
That we worry not about the morrow
And spare some minutes to rest
But stubborn as we are,
Owing to our human nature
We toss, turn and fret
And try to reconcile with hope,
With one question taunting, “How many more sighs, Lord ?”
A fortnight later
And he’s gifted me
A glimmer of hope
This, while simply minding my business
He could be the one
But he often disappears
Then I’m left to ponder
My only warning, being a moment’s notice
Then he reappears
As if to make amends
My heart jumping with joy
As if to tell me, “Didn’t I say so?”
Who does he think he is?
Leaving me in disarray
Telling me about his day
Then gone in a whiff
I better stay calm
Guard this heart of mine
Lest she warms up to him
For the grandest of falls
A fortnight to come
I may be left morose
And so maybe it’s time
To dish out my trusty detachment
The best is yet to come
It wasn’t today
Nor was it yesterday
Perhaps, a morrow sooner
The best is yet to come
I tell myself every day
Someday, one day
The waiting time, shortening
The best is yet to come
Said gleefully, because…
Who knows, it may very well be
Right after this utterance
From what was a hushed night
We have now, morning
The silence remnants,
Still enveloping creek and corner
Soon it will have competition
When with sunrise, comes the bustle
And with the bustle, comes the hustle
The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter
The living are readying
To attack the day
Such zeal, such motivation
Pot scoops of such, invaluable
A brand new day
For the lonesome, the nurturers
For the caretakers, the peacemakers
Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer
Somewhere in a past time
Smiles were wide and forever
Beyond the dark clouds
We found once again, our prime
Somewhere in a moment
Home was felt
And though now an afterthought
There is no room for lament
Somewhere in the future
We shall meet again
Having conquered every rolling billow
This told, from the Creator’s aperture
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