Happy Thanksgiving…

“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”
― John O’Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong

vic bay

There’s a silence
within me,
that keeps on growing,
a deep forbearance
a gradual knowing…

It’s peace
that saturates
my whole being,
feelings of love,
universal believing…

It’s light
outpouring
from each
living thing,
a holy presence
touching my skin…

It’s a credence
that shuns
the taste of doubt,
a sacred spillage,
a turnabout…

when faced with grief
and earthly woes,
it’s Jah’s benevolence
finding repose…

it’s all my days
numbered by grace,
anthems sung
from a desolate place…

Even bitterness
cannot snuff out the light,
extravagant forgiveness
restores my sight…

And when gratitude is freely expressed
there is a sense
of being
divinely blessed…

 

The virtuoso of re-runs…

Day twenty-three…

“When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird.”
― Wendell Berry

robin

he alights on foliage of green
his breast almost tangerine
and every day he intervenes…

while basking in the autumn sun
his praise comparable to none
the virtuoso of re-runs..

his feathers glisten at first light
my robin sings with such delight
preaching till the world is right…

Photo courtesy of https://naturebackin.com/
©Ally2019

Saturday reflections…

“Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your
place in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver

saturday serenade
stop along the way
be drawn by reflections,
hold color within your breath,
and loose all direction… on gritty paths
of fortitude, 
she pardons every sin,
cloud formations
bless you,
and favor strokes your skin… scramble from grumbling,
be astonished by the sights
of lucid wild geese,
of phosphorescent heights…
Lamentations are freed
and absorbed
by the flora,
afflictions will dissipate
and become
radiant auras…
You don’t have to walk for miles
just settle
on the banks;
and feel great admiration
for a cosmos
giving thanks…

©Ally2019

Sometimes…

Blessed be those who looked for you
and found you, their kind hands
urgent to open a blue window
in the gray wall formed around you.
― John O’DonohueTo Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

full force

Sometimes it hits me
full force
head on
like a freight train
crushing my bones
turning me to dust…
And only a tiny spark
hides in plain sight
wanting to reach me
and bring me back to life…
The kindling
of my very last hopes
and dreams
in ashes
trembling
watching till the bitter end…
And the credits roll out
and all I can see
is the list
of light-filled souls
who stood by me!

©Ally2019