the song…

As the sun gives way to the horizon

At the first hint of night

Softly I sing your name

And all at once,

Beyond my imagining

The whole sky lights up

…from everywhere, deep within

It knows the song in my heart..

…. the one that plays for you

****

ellie894 March 23, 2020

Thank you, Sadje for the inspiring weekly photo prompt! You always choose a stunning image!

Please be safe everyone, and get Plenty of Sleep!

Suzanne ❤️

all shall be well…

Many things I write never quite make it to here. This was almost one of them. I was going to share something else instead. I changed my mind. This is what asked to be written. The world sorely needs kindness and grace these days.

There is a deep soulfulness in all things…

Things, isn’t really the right word to mean so much

There is gentle strength in the waters,

A belief in forever that climbs the trees,

My spirit soars with every wing that defies gravity, and settles with every creature who comes to drink at the pond’s edge

…there is so much to love…

The sky is white as though it is full with snow

The ground is charcoal, somber yet soft

And I wish that the one, would fall upon the other, as I walk in the world between them, overflowing with why’s and how’s

This is my real right now

My here, today

The forest smolders…

I watch the message drifting in the smoke…of what should not be

Every day, stories plead to be seen and beg to be heard

It will be hard, I thought,

I was right

I must go anyway, I thought,

…one step at a time.

If only my tears could be like rain

And calm the flame.

There is a beautiful trench in the sand. Beautiful to me. It declares that men were here, strong ones, who came to help. The line they labored to create slowed down the creeping and saved a great deal. I may never know their names, but I am…grateful, that they do what they do. Everything, would be different, if they didn’t.

Days ago, I walked unbelieving, in this strange world that I struggled to recognize.

There was a coyote,

Alone and searching,

…like me.

For a time we both paused

…I could see my own question

Reflected in his quiet eyes…

What has happened to my home…

Each day I return,

I won’t stop being here

You must do the thing you think you cannot do. I smile a little at the words echoing in my mind. How many wonderful thoughts of others float within me granting me courage.

The more that I write, the more that I know – my hurting is one small stone from the mountain of hurting in the world right now – my hope is but a glimmer of the way we comfort one another in not knowing what is next.

I wander the woods, checking on little things to be sure they are ok and to help where I can.

A tree that arcs like a rainbow, is well and fine

Turtles rest content atop their logs

Ducks are ducking and diving happily as they are wont to do

Wildflowers are blooming

Trees are greening up more each day. In some places the sky can barely be seen now. The ways of spring approach quickly.

Bringing with them…new life

The wind whispers from over the water…how I love to close my eyes and feel it caress my cheek.

High above me is the raucous call of my rare jungle bird!

His song is as sweet to me as any I have ever heard, especially today. It means that his home survived.

He is busy as usual, at his work…and play….as usual. How comforting for anything right now to be…as usual…

There is so very much to be grateful for,

In every drop of rain and closed tight seed,

In every wing that flies and heart that beats,

Lives the promise of hope…

This land doesn’t belong to me, not the flora, the fauna, the earth, the air or the water.

Yet, I know without any doubt, that we are Each and All a part of the whole

To love and care for each other is the only way through. It is the hope we have and the hope we give gracefully away.

We are in this together, in this life full of questions

In the embers and the ashes, in the flowers and the rain

Even now, as I finish this from the swing, a bright red cardinal hops about nearby. It’s a cool misty morning and he cheers me with his non-hurried and non-worried search for breakfast. Peacefully at his task. Knowing that there is enough and that all shall be well…

May all be well with you and yours

always,

suzanne❤️

****

ellie894 March 15, 2020

a song so very whole…

 

Early I walked,

*

As the rain came bold

From a heavy sky

The drums, they thundered

Inviting me to dance along

Yes, I said

Without ever asking why…

*

Soft and steady

Stronger now

On and on they fell

My footsteps, and the rain…

Droplets gathered

On the tip ends of the trees

And not a word was written

Not one, not by me

*

But, they are waiting,

Closer than you think,

Can you hear them rolling in the thunder

Do you know them warming in your soul…

*

Slow yourself,

In a delicious kind of way

And, let the rain sing to you…

*

Let it take you in

Become a part of it

No longer a page,

Of broken notes

Instead,

….a song…so very whole…

It is enough to dampen your skin

But not your spirit,

Everything it touches

Echoes with a different tone

A harmony of melodies

Heretofore unknown

Discover yourself

…wandering,

no longer in the woods

but, through the very music itself

raindrops gently on the leaves

and the bark

and the pine straw floor…

here a piano

there a violin,

drums to the heavens

cellos to the depths

and yes…even upon

your soft wet skin…

the stage is simple…

the composer unseen…

and you the only audience

to this song of a lifetime

played within a dream…

Early I walked in the rain…

*

And so it is,

That I wrote

Nothing at all…

****

ellie894 March 8, 2020