Guardians of Mourning

“When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”
― Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love

forest walk 2

Standing alone in the bleakness
of my misery,
surrounded by tall evergreens,
guides of harmony.
I cried out in the density
of my deep despair,
“Is anybody out there, can anybody hear?”

Faint whispers from the undergrowth,
beams of light on my tears
“You’re not alone my darling…..I’m with you through the fear!”

“I’ve sent angels to comfort you,
just follow the signs,
with guardians of mourning,
your life will be redefined!”




“Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!”
Pink Floyd

This is a dedication to the radiant “shining light bloggers” who are suffering in some way or other. It’s your light that illuminates the World…

love lights the world

Love’s effect is glowing light
that radiates,
and subdues
the night.

We shine across the great expanse
emitting light
in sacred dance,
darkened voids,
in places
where hate destroyed,
the sanctity of mortal souls,
when greed and power
took control.

Forgetting that
Earthlings are…….
formed in the light of stars!

Let’s scatter               love
and cast our fear,
with divine floodlights in the atmosphere!



A Prayer….

“Don’t you know Yet? It is your light that lights the World.”
― Rumi

a bubble

Color me in sunshine,
radiant and alive,
grow me into kindness,
keep my faith revived!

Let the earth’s fragrance,
swallow all my pain,
allowing endurance,
so I may thrive again!

I’ll abide in your presence,
while you live in mine.
I’ll eat at your banquet table,
with loveliness I will dine.

When darkness descends,
on my sanctuary of tears,
turn it to compassion,
so praise is what I hear!

Extravagant grace is flowing
into my form,
surrounding me in glory,
and holding back the storm!



“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William BlakeAuguries of Innocence


Close to the silt of the earth
in muddied river beds
brittle and bare
a searchlight scans the heartland.

I find myself hungering for more,
as I scour landscapes of silence.
Not just desiring knowledge,
but inclining towards the wonderment
of creation….

I feel the sensations of a fragrant earth,
and the out flowing of the mystical.

I let go of despair.

To understand my heart from the inside,
I have eyes for those who travel with me on this journey
towards the center.

In this heartland I am revived…..



Wordless Prayers

“We were sent into the world alive with beauty. As soon as we choose Beauty, unseen forces conspire to guide and encourage us towards unexpected forms of compassion, healing and creativity.”
― John O’Donohue

a tree of the unknown

Standing in silence, beside the unknown,
invisible forces
teach me to flow.
Nature’s beauty,
enlivens my sight,
evidence of the unseen,
holding the light.

Restoring my gaze to mystical views,
within shadows
compassion breaks through.
My heart’s tempo
is unprepared,
I creatively dream,
in wordless prayers.


Hallowed ground

“May the nourishment of the earth be yours.”
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

flowers 4

all I can hold in my hands
is the sun,
I’m counted worthy
among rows
of sunflowers,
nature returns me
to the sanctity
of presence.

I’ve been reclaimed
from black holes,
by the brightness
of night skies,
and the splendor of wild flowers
are my movement
of praise.

Nature’s fields
are a chorus
of communion;
and the winds decree that
I’m deserving
of devotion.

I covert no more,
the world’s empty treasures,
while wrapped in the arms
of sacred
Mother Earth.

The kindness of flowers
grows over my sadness,
and my bare feet are planted
with roots of the
the Yellowwood.

I’ve seen hallowed grounds
in landscapes of darkness,
and in my emptiness,
it’s worship I bring….



“Knock and He’ll open the door
Vanish, and He’ll make you shine like the sun
fall, and He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, and He’ll turn you into everything.
― Rumi

elysiumwhere magic exists,
the canopy of sky,
i hold my breath,
what do i feel
a serenade on high!

if hell is real,
just hold my hand,
until fear passes,
i can stand,
in sacred ambience
of heaven,
where *Elysian’s fields call
and beckon.
that i may partake
in sacred vows,
this longing,
bathed in watchful clouds,
of upward gaze
and see
mystical realms
of majesty.

i’ve written of this separation,
this sacrifice,
i delved the afterlife,
awarded no goodbyes…

where is your favor Lord,
is it the setting sun,
can i hold grace
till my life is done?
waves of grief have knocked me off my feet,
in darkness i still believe,
though sorrow contaminates this life,
in bearing it,
i beg
pronounce me divine!

then paint over this pain,
with spectacles of light,
so i may live again!

grief’s dimensions
in mystic signs,
rhapsodies of loss,
where heaven and earth have realigned…..

*This word came into Latin from the Greek Elysion. In classical mythology, Elysium, or the Elysian fields, was the home of the blessed after death, the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and the pure. So it’s easy to see how the word came to mean any place or state of bliss or delight.