Wednesday, September 30, 2009

My poem Dream Ride

This is from a dream I had and woke up remembering
so I wrote it down, polished it up, and
here it is:




Dream Ride

There appeared a ring of fire.
Inside the fire was a field of sunflowers.
In each sunflower appeared the human face
of everyone I’ve loved who’s died.
I spoke my love to each one.

The fire died down to embers,
faces and flowers faded away.
In the red light a shape appeared,
a black horse with stars on her back.
She reared and spread her wings.

I crossed the embers on bare feet
and mounted that black angel horse.
I sat in the glow of stars on her back.
Again she reared and lifted from the grass.
Together we rose into the air.

We flew toward the gibbous crescent moon,
then orbited into its full light.
Ablaze in moonlight, we disappeared.
On earth many saw a falling star.
We rode on in Spirit form.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Prose that reads like Poetry



I paraphrased and titled this piece of Elizabeth Kubler Ross:



Our Purpose


Whether or not we understand fully who we are
or what happens when we die;
it is our purpose as human beings
to look within ourselves,
to find and build our individual
strength and understanding.


And then reach out to others,
with love, acceptance, and patient guidance;
in hope of what we may become together.


This one is another "Author Unkown" I found it in a 1961 edition of Friendship magazine put out by Ideals Publishing Company:



May Evening Find Me Gentle


Give me a few friends who will love me for who I am
or am not.
Keep ever burning before my wandering steps
the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity overtake me
and I come not in sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful for life
and time's old memories that are good and sweet.
And may the evening twilight find me gentle still.


Monday, September 28, 2009

I Am Sky poem written last night while trying to read

Clouds flow through me
day and night.
Stars shine in me
night and day.
I am Sky.
In the presence of water
I am sacred.
In the stillness of trees
I am in awe.
In the grace
of the godly Now,
I am.