You are the keeper of my secrets
that have been whispered in the dead
of night when no one else would
hear. I’ve turned my eyes to you,
my benevolent mother, for the
safety I’ve never felt elsewhere.
You’ve never betrayed me and have
never looked at me with reproach.
You held me in your grace all those many
years ago when I stared up into your
glowing, quiet face in the wee hours of
the morning, searching for comfort.
Together we heard the distant train
making its way through town,
a drawn-out mournful call that only the
alone could hear. You let my tears fall
freely without admonishment.
Your steadiness is dependable and
the tides dance in and out, ebbing
and flowing at your bidding…your
strength disguised by your humility.
Your gentle smile showers love through
the cosmos, limitless and enveloping
I feel the energy pulsating your cool
glow, spreading serenity.
The stars blink in silver and gold as
your reflection sparkles in their eyes.
Eons of light flows in waves
within this universal hum.
It reaches my ears and with closed eyes I join you in a calming chant of om.
Grace prompts us to write of the moon at dVerse Poets.
Posted by Bodhirose on August 31, 2016
The morning dawned just like the rest
Sun so bright, gentle wind above the crest
But on this day, I am no more
My body gone but my soul does soar
I have a freedom I never knew
Be joyful and glad that I’m anew
I know I am missed, my voice is gone
But your memory of me is never done
Think of my smile and the light in my heart
Eternally enduring…never to part
Our smiles will merge each time you do
Twice as sweet and ever true
The joy I shared with those I loved
Is alive and well…a treasure trove
Be comforted, please, and know this truth
I do not suffer, it’s only you
So cry a bit and mourn my passing
But it’s just a while before we’re meeting
Not so long…you will see
United again, souls flying free
A long-time friend asked me to write some words of comfort for her grieving family. Her brother and sister-in-law lost their youngest daughter in a car crash early New Year’s Day. She sent it to the family and they wanted to read it at her memorial service. I am so honored that my words could bring a little comfort. I do not know my friend’s family.
Actually I’m not sure if this is a true elegy or not. I had referred to it as such yesterday in a posting.
Posted by Bodhirose on January 3, 2013
Photo: Google Images
one love was dead
then I met you…
resurgence of feelings
brought me to life
my nerves were shot
from stress and strain
but my soul was soothed
when you hugged me tight
you listened, you cared
and heeded my boundaries
respecting my need to
take things slowly
but I surprised myself
when I made the move
to take things further
…I wanted you
no longer caring
no longer enabled
to something dead,
my beliefs changed
during that time,
we’re not intended to
remain wedded to strife
so onward I soared
leaving madness behind
Brian Miller invites us to tell ‘his’tory/’her’story over at dVerse Poets. Revisit a time in our history and share a story. http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/04/poetics-history-herstory-time-machines/
Posted by Bodhirose on August 4, 2012
On dVerse Poets we’re invited by Sam to write a form poem that does not appear to be a form. I tried my hand at an elegy.
Shocking grief you’ve made me lost
Alive yet dead, my heart is crushed
My eyes are lifeless..no longer see
Your visage departed, breaking parts of me
Distress down deep claws at my bones
Spring vining green turned withered stone
Interests declined as so did you
I languish forlorn in a world askew
You were my life, a radiant light
Held high aloft so my path wound bright
Wickedly clever, intelligent and quick
A candle burning with an endless wick
But your brilliant glow has been obscured
Consuming dissolution has me floored
Suffering madly, I feel only separation
Gone my lover, passion, adoration
May I forever remember your gentle excellence
That guided my nature, character and strength
Leaving me gifts that nourish my soul
Your undying goodness does offer console
Stone Flowers (Photo credit: elycefeliz)
Posted by Bodhirose on May 31, 2012
I still love to put up a
Some years I have and some
I haven’t–this year I will.
It’s a comfort to see the tree
lights twinkling late into the night.
My entry for Monkey Man’s last hosting for Sunday’s 160 as he takes a needed break. http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on December 3, 2011