corona virus · Our World

Be Still… #covid19 #faith #poetry

Dawn is breaking

spring’s storm is calmed

peace’s moment

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“Then he arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!”

And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.”

Mark 4:39

 

In turbulent days, we can always trust in the one who calms the sea and our hearts.

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elderly · Photography · Poetry

Gravel Tears #sorrow #hospice #tears #elderly

I caught up with a tear today

it was from old despair

in attempt to grasp at it

it ran away from there

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pain’s etched upon a heart

at death we cannot grasp

it leaves on wind before we know

our hands one final clasp

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I caught up with a tear today

mingled with old despair

again I tried to grasp at it

it ran away from there

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no more wrinkles from this life

we smooth your silver hair

behind you it is over now

beyond all time and care

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I caught up with a tear today

it fell with yours you see

when I tried to grasp at it

it ran away with thee

 

Hospice a word that says so little of the days the slip through our fingers as we say little goodbyes each day. Each goodbye takes a piece of my heart that I give lovingly and painfully.

 

Photography · Poetry

Sands Of Time #life #hospice #poetry

I draw an endless line

I’ve forgotten where’s the start

fingers know the texture

lines drawn upon my heart

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countless beyond measure

the sands beneath my feet

a child’s toes remember

sea memories so deep

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I’ve drawn an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

at times I’ve lost all hope

those lines have etched my heart

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a hand full of grains

unbidden do they fall

a place to return to

changeless after all

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I’ve drawn an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

dreams to the four winds

poetry is my heart

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today I sketch a new life

the dawn is just ahead

new hope in the making

the sand my faithful friend

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I draw an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

fingers know the texture

lines drawn upon my heart

A dear patient passed two years ago today. Hospice is a hard world. Each caregiver/nurse gives a piece of heart. Thankfully like the sand there are many pieces. Thank you for reading…

Images Sand Meet Wave copyright  2015 & Alone at Dawn copyright 2019

 

 

Christmas · Disabilities · moondustwriter · Photography · Poetry

Not Under a Tree #gifts #children #Christmas

Please enjoy this montage of poetry over the next several days. These true vignettes represent what I believe the true spirit of Christmas to b:

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

a heart the greatest gift

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There was a boy not old nor young

of two sisters he was glad

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak

protective heart he had

There came a season barren, cold

his family had but little

warmth  abundant at the hearth

holidays always special

I’d known this boy a little time

a leader in the making

challenges were plenty big

cleft palate, one of many

bad was the year for all

our work was in the past

my children knew Christmas joy

in friendships that would last

gathered underneath our tree

bundled what we had

took shiny gifts and things

Merry, joyful, glad

love came too

that Christmas Eve

Six children

danced with glee

That little boy looked to my son

“like you someday I’ll be”

into his hand he placed his trust

“it’s Christmas time you’ll see”

what we learned that Christmas year

is hard to put to words

smiles tell a thousand things

with stars they sing the verse

 

Joyfuljoyfulwe adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above.

 

Christmas · haibun · history · Photography · Poetry

Lens of Yesterdays #poetry #memories

 

“Who is that?” My daughter asks as she filters through 100 year old snapshots.

“I never heard their story. I was only a child when I looked at these photos last.”

“Which side of the family are they from?” She looks for any family likenesses.

“They look like dad’s family. I’m glad these didn’t get thrown away.”

“Who is this?”

“I think it’s my great-grandfather. I don’t know much about him. I think he was a grocer. That’s your grandfather when he was a little boy and this is your great-grandmother. I think you look the most like her.”

My daughter squints her eyes to see some resemblance.

My family and their past is in a black and white capsule. Much of what remains is in a shoe box. The family farm is gone and all the antiques burned up in a fire several years ago. I want to carry forth their past but there is so little that I know.

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Box of sepia prints

few faces recognized

memories lost

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little hands

smile covered with icing

I still hear that voice

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brush away tears

people long gone

puddle in kodachrome

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One of things that we do with family is look at old family photos. There are so many dialogues. One thing is a constant we continue to make memories even as we look at the past.

Enjoy the memory making with family!!