no matter where you are…

Love towers over happiness I think

Granting us peace…

And, we are called to believe in it…

A pure gentleness that we cannot always see with our eyes

But must trust with our heart

Even when it is not carved in marble and permanent before us like Michelangelo’s David.

If you are next to me and I close my eyes…you disappear from my sight.

Love tells me that you are still with me in the deepest ways,

Whether you are my child, my parent, my friend or my love.

No matter where you are…

You, are in my heart.

I could be very wrong… but,

This earthly life seems so very short and odd in the great scheme of love and eternity.

We must simply do the best we can with the One moment that is in front of us.

When the next one comes…then, we will face it.

Sometimes, it takes time to know what something will be.

We don’t like to wait.

We want our quarter for the ice cream truck right this second,

Running to the street begging him to stop and let us have the creamy cold delight.

We run after him because we fear that we will never see him again.

We cannot spend our lives running in fear of not having,

Anymore than we can spend them eating nothing but ice cream…

That, would leave us with a brain freeze

“Ain’t nobody got time for that!” giggles…

Far better to trust…

That you have a quarter in your pocket…

That he will stop for you…

That there is plenty of ice cream…

And, it shall be quite…

lovely…

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ellie894 July 2018

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April!

There is a quiet little girl named for the spring

Her hugs are as soft as any lamb

When I first met her she had no voice

No earthly way to sing

The device was taped snugly at her throat

She sat quietly in the back of the room with a sleepy look in her eye

I haven’t any idea of what happened to her or why

Week after week she watched intently

Following me with her fingers dancing in the air

Then came a day when the trach was gone

A bandaid took its place

Healing, I thought gently, a sweet moment of grace

Next even that had disappeared and with it, tender skin replaced!

A different shade from all the rest to signify that it was so very new

Such a smile it brought and later tears when with my silly reading I was through

And now…

This week she sat crisscrossed up front

She rhymed and giggled right out loud

She even exclaimed for unicorns!

With our steamy teapot she took a hearty bow

And sing? Oh my, how she sings!

As bright as the sun

As swift as the cloud

Her voice is no longer hers alone

But a lovely gift she shares

In fact,

She has so very much to say

She nearly got in trouble

Nearly…

But not quite on this treasured perfect day…

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ellie894 June 2018

somehow…

Some days,

life is not at all what I thought it would be

Some days,

it is so very much more than I could ever have imagined

All my quiet heart can do

Is to take this one day

That lays sweetly before me

And gently cover it with love

Hoping…

That somehow

It will be a touch more beautiful

For someone

Somewhere…

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ellie894 June 2018

www.true…

As we set out upon our way the very air is charged with excitement!

The scenery is fresh and new despite a hundred walks before…

A dozen scents distract my lelephants…giving me the chance…for once…to arrive at water’s edge…alone…

What should I find?!

Miss turtle well upon the shore. How she must have trudged through muck and weeds to score.

Even now, paws thunder quickly towards us! No time to lose…must act fast…

I gather her up, my hands on either side, whereupon she disappears into her always home. Hurry now, they’re coming!

I carry her before me out along the pier. Kneeling, I set her softly on the water. Promptly she emerges from the safety of her shell, frightened…and swims away…

I imagine a breathless, thank you, popping from the bubble she leaves behind…

All at once, Monsieur le Jacques and Dear Dobby do Right, fly out to greet me! Halting at my side in consternation…

Whatever have you been up to without our trusty selves?

Well, if you must know…I have quite recently saved Miss Greta…from your own brand of torment disguised as playfulness…

Who us? – they query wide eyed with disbelief.

Yes, from you my loves – I reply with a giggle.

Suddenly…

The wild whispering wind…www.true…stirs from the West…one moment, one life, one love…

Welcome it blows against my cheek dropping wisps of hair so I cannot see…

As I put them gently back in place…I look around to find…all are gone once again…safe in the depths…off on adventure…

and I am adrift in the loving caress of the breeze…

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ellie894 May 2018

who…

This morning is still…so still that it invades me…heartbeat slows…breath deepens. And, for a moment I believe with all my soul that whatever will be…can be….

The only sound…an owl cutting through the darkness…resonant and pure…

Who, he asks

Who…

Stately and noble I imagine him to be…commanding of his chosen perch and even of the night itself…

The moon is so far away from full that darkness shrouds the world in pitch…making his call more poignant with every moment…

Who are you…who were you once upon a time…who will you be when given the chance…one day…

Who does he ask…who will listen…anyone…or only me…

Who do you sing to across the unknown…who do you dance with upon the deep…

Who whispers tenderly when no one hears…who blows kisses when no one sees…

Who cares for you when all other eyes are sleeping…who do you dream of in your night’s repose…

Who do you silently suppose…

Who makes a difference in who you are…whether near or far…who, my love…

Who, he queries endlessly…flying me high on his wondering wings…

Day approaches and his notes suddenly become as silent as he is invisible to me…

Deeper into the trees he makes his way…once again he waits in solitude for the starry night to return in soft embrace…leaving me to face the light on my own…

With nothing but the echo of his solitary question thundering through my slowly beating heart…

who…

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ellie894 May 2018

where are they now…

I wonder…at all the lines filled with all the words that have found a home here within this virtual world…of all the wounds of all the souls shared within this place without walls…of all the love strong and true that rejoices or aches in the rhyme of you…and of all the fragile thoughts that didn’t quite make it…of all the ones that were cut and tossed…where are they now…and what will they do…just imagine…how very lovely they must be too…

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ellie894 May 2018

I search your horizon…

I search your horizon

For where to begin

Meadow to forest to sky

My thoughts are no longer

Mine alone…

And I no longer ask why

They are tied and tangled with you

I am quite helpless

And breathless

Not certain what I can do…

Only write them

One lovely word at a time

Working slowly

At the knot

Unable to see

Where I leave off

Where you pick up

Is this word for you

Or from me

How often my heart

Bends to the breeze

A whisper of silken thread

Woven amidst

your satin sky

A pillow to adorn

Our dreamy bed

I write and write

With gentle hand

As the clock ticks away

Across timeless land

First my word

Then yours

There’s never any use

As the sun crashes

Into the ocean of night

We are still tangled

You and me

My heart gives a tender sigh

After all…

It’s the way true love

Is meant to be…

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ellie894 April 2018

Unicorns and Midnight Bread

There are so many things to love…

Unicorns, because what’s not to love about unicorns, I mean, seriously. Have you ever tried not to love a unicorn? I’m pretty sure it can’t be done.

Huckleberry berry who loves cheese and pancakes and…well, just about everything.

Cookies!! All kinds, warm from the oven with a glass of icy milk at anytime of the day! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – cookies are in fact the world’s most perfect food. When things are bad and getting worse…keep a cookie in your purse.

Reading…the feel of a book in my hands, the way words come together, and thoughts meant just for me…

Grinning your way through a box of baby pictures. Such kissable cheeks!

Being awakened at midnight by the aroma of fresh bread baking. It doesn’t happen often but oh, when it does…

Dobby’s sweet attentive eyes, oh, how they melt me…

Kind encouragement at the end of a long day…

Coming through the door and knowing without a doubt that you were missed. Noses and tails don’t keep secrets very well.

Storytime! Shining faces and songs and onomatopoeias! Try saying this five times fast…I dare you…try saying it once. It’ll make you feel better. I promise.

“Squeech squooch! Squeech squooch! The sloppy-gloppy, lily-loppy, slurpy-glurpy swamp!”

Tissues that are softer than soft when you have need of them.

A gentle blanket of white sky, so many clouds that they aren’t even clouds anymore. Then breezes that come and stir them until they are pillow soft clouds once more…what they are meant to be.

1000 shades of green that decorate the spring, more than there are even words to describe! Mother nature’s way of letting your eye rest. No need to decide if you like it or not, if it makes you happy or sad. Just a soft place to land…we all need that sometimes…a soft place to land.

Sipping sweet iced tea out of a clear blue mason jar with a twist of lemon.

Songs that touch your soul and carry you…

Anything and everything that’s fridge-worthy! The outside of the fridge, not the inside…wink. One day perhaps I’ll post about fridge-worthy.

Robin red breast has returned to the yard after a long long absence. I missed him and am happy to see him back again.

Drifting thoughts on a slow porch swing…

Visiting the museum and finding yourself so enchanted that you become quite helpless in the presence of so much beauty…

Once a year flowers that bring such joy and surprise that you will go out of your way for them…

Making a wish upon the first evening star…

Driving miss daisy on a brilliant day, open to the wind, taking the hills and the curves of today’s journey…just today’s.

Watching Bobolicious trying Not to get wet at the lake! I’d rather not, thank you. I don’t understand why y’all have to go and get all messy like. Ugh.

When your imagination flies free, taking you to a tiny white cottage on the top of a hill where absolutely anything can be…

Sleeping Beauty, sigh…I can still hear Mary Martin sing “Once Upon a Dream”… and I still begin to dance when I do…

My own dear woods of course, and wandering beneath their cathedral of trees.

I love… kindness, and meeting life with passion and a gentle nature and giggles and all sorts of things that won’t all fit in this one space…

within, behind, over, under and hugging them all is love. That’s what I love most of all…love…

won’t you tell me all the things that you love…

suzanne❤️

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ellie894 March 22,2018

storybook quote from Looking for a Moose by Phyllis Root

loving you…

When you awaken

To a love you never knew

There I will be…

***

When you stand strong

For those who cannot for themselves

There I will be…

***

When you lift a little one

So she can touch the stars

There I will be…

***

When you search forever

In the worldly knot of time

There I will be…

***

When your branches entwine and twirl

In reaching for the brilliant sky

There I will be…

***

When your treasured moments

Burn bright with fiery promise

There I will be…

***

When your winding path

Feels far too far and far too long

There I will be…

***

When you are softly resting

Amidst the flutter of tender wings

There I will be…

***

When your soulful heart

Journeys atop the crested ocean waves

There I will be…

***

When you pause in wonder

To gaze at small things never seen

There i will be…

***

When your thoughts are lost

In the honeyed strings of a pleasing violin

There I will be…

***

When your fingers dance

In time with a graceful arch

There I will be…

***

When you find at last

Your golden grail

There i will be…

Always,

The loving wine within your cup…

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ellie894 March 2018