Welcome home.

Welcome home.

So many miles have you flown,

to survive the darkness and cold.

But now in tireless flight,

your wings shadow the March sunlight.

Your return sparks a hope

of rushing rivers’ flow

and summer breezes soon to blow. 

*

Welcome home.

So many nights have you laid low,

beneath blankets of crystalline snow

waiting for the sun to wake,

to open the bars of your icy cage,

to set your buds free, 

to stretch and breathe,

to bathe the world in vibrant green. 

*

Welcome home. 

For many months alone

has life been on hold,

the streets lay in deafening silence

keeping us prisoners within our islands.

Yet, now the windows have opened

the ringing of laughter has the hush broken

and children once more run barefoot

on an ocean of green no longer frozen. 

*

Welcome home.

We have longed for your presence,

for the hope with which you bless us

in knowing that nothing is ever final,

but merely part of an unending cycle

of the transformation of life,

for after every storm,

the sun will once again rise,

and after the barren winter,

spring will once again thrive,

restoring life by Heaven’s grand design.

Home

Longing for a home

only my Soul knows.

On certain days, I wander lost,

searching wildly at all costs,

stumbling over endless twirling thoughts.

Yet, with each step I take

I feel more and more awake,

moving closer to that familiar place.

Then as my bare feet hug the ground,

I murmur a sigh of relief at paradise found.

Somewhere between the tickling grass,

and the April sun warming my path,

I feel the earth welcome me back.   

Somewhere beneath the beauty 

of the majestic magnolia tree

will you find me…

my mind lost in a decadent daydream –

of a time when the lips of the sea

kissed the beaches’ shore ever so gently,

when the breezes blew unchained and free,

when the moon rose high in silent ecstasy,

when the stars charted the path to my divine destiny.

My eyes under the midday sun again open.

Across my mouth, a smile stretches unbroken,

for in my heart, I know it is my Soul that has spoken.

The home I have always longed for

was never far from where I was born…

only a return to myself, to my heart’s very core. 

Yes, my heart is one with the earth.

Her sky, the steeple of Nature’s church.

Earth’s Soul speaks to mine

always in her own divine time.

The wind whispers in ringing chime,

the rain softens life buried and confined,

the moon in phases guides and reminds

that metamorphosis is a step in the grand design.

No longer do I yearn for home,

For, I have forever sat upon her throne.

When my body is done and begs for sleep,

it is my earth mother holding the answers I seek.

Let your soles press against the cool of the ground,

let the cleansing rain wrap you in her glistening gown,

let the scent of lilac wrap you in a sweetened cloud,

for the home you craved has been forever found. 

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Dance With Me

Come, take my hands,

twirl with me under the glistening stars,

wrap me tight in the safe of your arms.

Let’s take this heavenly chance

to make the hours forever last,

to pause this moment before it’s past,

to embrace our hearts in this, our sacred dance. 

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Fireflies’ Waltz

When the evening air heavy sweats

and the tinge of twilight upon us sets

memories emerge between the shadows,

whispering secrets among earth’s silhouettes.

Sitting upon the concrete step,

peering into the darkness I forget

the worries and hurries of the day,

as all falls away between grounding my breath. 

There, into the darkness reflects…

the tiniest flash from within the nothingness,

a firelight ignites, then disappears again

leaving my mind lost in unbridled suspense. 

And then, as if dancing an enchanting minuet,

one flash twirls high, springing a perfect pirouette 

while from the grass, another flare 

joins the ballet, performing this beautiful duet.

The fairies’ flight left a magical effect 

to spark the fireflies’ dance to commence.

Sprinkles of firelight glistened and swirled

reviving the night with shimmering romance. 

An evening invitation I will never forget,

I now sit and ponder this blessed event…

leading me to partake in the nightfall dance, 

of the Fireflies’ Waltz, a starlight vignette. 

Fireflies

Upon your shoulder my tears trip and fall

yet invisible and silent, your courage stands tall.

Forged from scars your strength unseen

to lift us high above our own broken dreams.

*

Passed my ears, a whisper floats by,

“Child, feel free to break down and cry,

so often the world feels angry, unfair,

trying to test us, to lay our pain bare.

But, your Soul has been chosen, etched in gold,

so that hurt cannot bury the love you hold.

Let your tears upon my shoulder flow,

for each teardrop will water a new seed to grow.

From your pain, a firefly will rise, will glow,

will light the skies to make the path to healing known.”  

*

Then, as I open my heavy eyes,

a single white feather gently lies

upon the ground where my tears did dry.

*

The hurt has now become

an Angel of sovereign wisdom,

set to lead all those who will follow

behind the wings of a heavenly swallow,

freeing our thoughts from a mind heavy plagued,

and guiding us through the dark, damp haze. 

*

One step more… 

we see the gleaming forest floor

abound with stars of fireflies 

to light our path from the depth of night.

*

And there among the firefly light,

a whisper returned, crowned in the twilight…

“Child, never be afraid,

for the winds will heal

and your tears will fade. 

Your spirit will rise 

and love will lift your Soul divine.

For, you will never be alone,

a heart like yours…

is destined for all the world to know.”

*

At that moment I looked up high

to see the shadow of a wing kiss the sky.

I knew the whisper had been an Angel’s breath

revealing the holy truth we so often neglect…

I, like you, have not been placed

upon this Earth by accident,

I, like you, have been Heaven sent.

I, like you, am Heaven blessed.