Tag Archives: Spirit

In The Dead of Night

In the deep  quiet of the night there  used to  live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring .  A time set aside  for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most  mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead  of the night are  the  children . Children that did not  ask for this life . Children being criminalized  simply  for being alive . Children being  whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing ,  the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent  babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit  for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .

The Red Robin on the Path : The Gates are Opening …….continued

She stood  , her breathing light , and wondered about the life of this  bird . A seemingly sweet

Red Robin that had kept coming into view . It reminded her of some sort of a dance .  But what

dance might this be ?  The forest has  a secret life she thought and what will it reveal to me

today ?

Glimmers of sunshine streaming through the trees in places . It was hopeful and playful .  It

made her smile .  She felt , suddenly, like twirling  about .  Then the Robin , startled by

something  unseen ,  flapped it’s wings  rather furiously and it frightened her as well .

A Whisper

Life , as strong she is , vulnerable like a whisper .

The notions planted in your heart , before birth or since , guide and question .

A melody in a moment  and a song for battle in the long , drawn out days .

Walking through scenarios attempting to break free .

A captured moment in the beating of your heart

lays claim to what will be done next .

The wildness in the unknown beckons and calls

stirring the mind and releasing all fears

Leap and leap again !

There is no one richer than the one with the full heart  .

Enchantment

Ancient Memories

Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .

Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .

Take pause to listen and they may  speak so that you can hear .

Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories  .

Exposing the might  ,  exposing the fright .

They live so that others may live .

They  give so that you will receive  .

Trees , the kind that always to used to be free  , thank you .

 

Wild Hope

I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it .  This is not to say that there isn’t  great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly  is .   There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .

'Jewel of Life' Acrylic 18x17"

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″