This Day

I ask myself what did I do with "this Day"?
Did I make a difference?  Did I help another? Did I nourish a soul?  Did I nourish myself?
What did I do with "this Day"?

Life's unexpected twists and turns this past year and half have basically thrown me into a mode of "questioning". Questioning day-to-day actions, questioning the journey.  Oh, how it is so human to question, when in reality it is not for us to question or to understand, for it is truly in God's hands, and in His hands we must trust.

This evening I sit listening to the pitter patter of the rain.  Listening to the flute playing in the background, and listening to the click-clack-click of the keyboard keys.  Feeling a need to, a call to action, but what is that action? 

I will sit in silence this eve and wait in wonder and anticipation to hear, and to perhaps have a clearer feeling as to what that action my be.

Perhaps rather than ask myself "What did I do this day?", perhaps I should wait in anticipation for the directions of what to do next, not to question, but to listen whole-heartily, and then act.

Blessings to you my family and friends.

Silent Crys

Can you hear me, I'm at your door
Can you hear me, I'm hungry, can you spare a bit more

Thrown in to this world, cause man didn't care
Got them a new house and they left me here

Why would they do this, I thought they cared
A new house a new place why not include me

Alone in the cold, alone in the dark,
Next thing I knew I had babies, what a start
The joy of them warms me, there's horror as well
how can I feed them, it's dark and it's cold,
..... there's no one who cares

So now I scratch and I scrap to barely get by
some of my babies are weak, and some they will die

I reach out to people, most shoo me away
some try to feed me, but get tired, I'm a stray

Then one night some food came out like a dream
some of my babies were fed and were freed

Freed from the street, from the scraping and pain
I hope that they find love, a home, perhaps one for me

The cage with the food it scares me and them
Deep inside I know it's that or we'll all end up dead

Dead from starvation or caught in some snare
A snare of the world comes quickly


If you can read this I want you to know
I don't understand why you left me alone

The love that I gave you, unconditional and more
I guess that a new place was something much more

I don't understand, and I forgive you I guess
but my body grows weary from hunger and unrest

May your new house keep you, and not do to you,
Cause if it doesn't work out it might toss you out too


Written on behalf of all the abandoned animals that are so shamelessly left behind.

I can feel you

Silent fears, shared fears
Dreams, Hopes, Stories and more
Joy, hope, pain, anguish
Laughter, whispers, anger, even hate
Baby cries, tears of joy, triumph, welcome here
Last breathe, tears of sorrow, mourning, heaven home
News hard to bear
News to bring joy
All this whirls through my being and my soul
and more.....

I can feel you as I walk
Walk through my day
I pray, although we may not speak, I don't know you

Know that I can hear you, almost feel you
Oh please have Faith
For I pray for you, and He knows your name

Blessings to you my Family and Friends.

Untitled

Time to get started
Time to let go
Time to say goodbye, and time to say hello
Time to step out of the old, and into the new
Time to become the person deep inside of you

la-la-la.... okay, that just popped into my head.  But as a writer sometimes you don't pick what you want to write, you just write what comes at you.

Gotta run, have a VIP event to attend this day!

Wonder

Wonder.... always wondering.... no more

Now I wonder why I just don't do the things I want to do
Why wait for someone to step up, if they were going to, they would have
Maybe I just haven't met you yet, maybe I have, but why wonder
Why wait for a person to say I do, when I can enjoy it, see it, feel it now
Why wonder, why wait?

The venture begins...... ready, set, GO!

Silence

The silence is almost eerie
The silence can be peace
The silence can be momentary calm
Before the storm
The silence can be electric
The silence really isn't that silent at all
Listen, listen in the quiet, you'll hear
Hear what the silence has to bring

Middle of it all

A silent night broken by gunfire
Brief interruption to the once serene
Freeze frame, don't move
As quickly as interrupted
Quiet overtakes again.... a still silence

A day rocked by police presence
Going for a ride to the P.D.
Wasn't their first choice
But a choice filled with consequences
Slowly driven away, what fate now

In the middle of the wheels
The deals
The side streets
Alleys ways and more
Something in the middle makes wave

Laughter, Love, Family, Friends
A single leaf caught in the Spin Cycle
Being tossed every now and then

The middle momentarily
Breaks through the poison
Fills the streets
The walkways
The alleyways and more

A glimmer of hope
Somehow shines in the middle of it all

Untitled

Sitting
Listening to the click/clack of the keyboard
Wall A/C next to me
Messing up my hair
Keeping me cool

Silent thoughts
Alone
Contemplating
Seeking Gods guidance
Hard to hear
Point out my direction
Move my feet
.....

Little house
Huge and empty
Is this it
A destiny

Capture the quiet
Let it bring peace
You will hear

Sometimes

Sometimes it feels as if I am standing still.
No forward progress, what am I afraid of
Why am I still here, in this space in time

Sometimes it feels as if I am all alone.
Surrounded by family and friends.

Sometimes I want to just cry.
For no reason, but to cry, for longings I have
Though they never seem to be

Sometimes I want to laugh
At the craziness of it all
Life, one can muse it really can
be a circus at times

Sometimes I want to fly
Soar, higher and higher,
Fly in the wind, feel the wind carry me

Sometimes I want to be held,
To not feel alone, to not close my eyes
at night and wonder how it feels to
be 80 and alone, alone in the dark of ones house

Sometimes I want to hear someone
say "I love you, with all my heart"
"You are the world to me" "I want to
spend my life with you" and mean it,
then to do it

Sometimes I want nothing more than
silence, quiet time away, peace, calm, softness

Sometimes I want to be wild
Let it all go, have fun, let my ambitions fly

And sometimes I just wonder, why I
sometimes want...

Cuz the fact of the matter is I am
where the good Lord wants me to be....
and he hears and knows my "sometimes want"