From my heart

As I watch the news about Sandy I keep thinking of the individuals who are homeless; we pray for those who have shelter, homes and family but we forget those who are by choice or circumstance facing the roads of life on their own. It is for them I worry tonight and for them I pray. I hope they know they are not forgotten and that God loves them as he does every one of his children. May they whether this storm in the shelter of Gods' arms and may everyone who faces this challenge find strength through faith. This too shall pass!

Do not fear the tides that rise

for he who sees beyond your eyes
knows what’s on the way
and stands with you this day

The waves may wash away the sand

but if you take his out stretched hand
he'll keep you safe ashore
from now and evermore

Believe beyond the falling rain

the wind that fades and comes again
for he who made it all,
will answer when you call.

Deo Volente
October 29, 2012

Sometimes I catch myself

Sometimes I catch myself, do you?

Much like a stumble without fall

The taunts I do not hear at all
because I make the choice
to listen to my voice.
 
Then there are times I can’t contain
and from that fall I don’t restrain.
That’s when I hear him say;
“No darling, not today.”

The voice, of reason within reason
unending love, through time and season
Keeps me firm and sound,
no matter who’s around.

Yes I am flawed in many ways,
but even in my darkest days,
he seeks and finds me still…
In spite of my free will.

So thank you lord for days like this
when all that comes by shouts and hiss,
you whisper softly so…
“I love you, don’t you know.”

 Deo Volente

October 2, 2012

Silence for a reason...

I like the silence for a reason,
within the chime of every season;
it is still and uncomplicated.

It does not seek the path of confusion,
the shades and mirrors of illusion,
the mask that hides the face of lies,
it’s solace where the anguish dies.

It holds you like a new born child
and keeps you safe just for a while.
It soothes the aches of day and night
and beckons soul to seek delight…

refreshing passions, dreams ill-fated,
It's life’s wonder, soundly understated.
 
D.V.
October 1, 2012

This...

This that I shall never be

Will take to sky and by wind flee
In haste from that which makes me so
This that is I surely know

Never shall the twain entwine
For that which is shall dull and shine
Shall fade and glow by sun or moon
Atop the moments far and soon

They simply wont though they may try
Dance together as they fly
For that would be much like the thought
Of south beside the point of north

Polar points of space indeed

That I know and that I bleed
So love me, hate me, do your will…
This soul that is will marvel still!

D.V.
September 28, 2012.

A thought on "Words"

Poetry is a beautiful thing; it’s the rhythm of music beyond the curve of notes,

the thunder inside the quiet storm that shakes you and wakes you. Yet much like all beautiful things, in the hands of men or women, it can become tainted, even ugly. I recall the childish rhyme “sticks and stones…” and I beg to differ. Though stones and sticks carry the potential of physical harm, words can be just as damaging emotionally. We are layers of skin with a frame of bones but beneath it all lives our soul. A damaged soul can have devastating effects on a seemingly sound body. With that in mind, may I suggest that we who wield the pen or press the keys or merely muse with lips at ease, pause before we do for words have power too.

D.V.
September 5, 2012.

Riches...as I see it

I watched a movie the other night that got me thinking about life. Why is it that humans have a tendency to place so much value on the haves, be it people or material? For me I don’t care about things, never have and I hope I never do. What matters to me are the things money can never buy, the moments that fill life in ways that things never could. Does that make me crazy? I would rather be given a handmade card or a shy attempt at poetry than a diamond ring any day. Once long ago I wake up to find a tiny piece of paper with a mint carefully wrapped inside it on my pillow. The note was from my little sister and all it said was love G. I kept that note for many years. It was one of the best gifts I had ever received…a free scrap of paper and a 5 cent mint. It’s moments like these that I hold dear as the years trickle by for they are the jewels of true riches, priceless and irreplaceable.

 

Deo Volente

September 4, 2012

The return

Before you go any further, this is not a post on an event at some store with a rude or astounding clerk. It's just a simple post saying hi to the vast world of blogging that I have been absent from due to the demise of my computer. Had that been the extent of it, I suppose I would indeed be all smiles but sadly I have lost, yet again, several poems and photos. I wish that these things that are supposed to make my life easier, didn't make such a habit of making my life more stressful. Why can't the great minds of our time come up with a less complex, user friendly computer that didn't catch everything and die at the drop of a dime...then again I probably wouldn't be able to afford it. So I suppose in the mean time my motto will have to be "I get what I pay for"

oh well, it's almost friday
D.V.