...is anyone there?

Dear gem,

Hope seems so elusive as of late.  Why is the past more real than the present?  I am trying, really I am.  I have to wait, I have to hope, I have to believe.  Give me the strength to hold on, give me the courage to let go,  pray that I will know the difference.  

Take my hand, let us skip and hop our way into the future.   No more regrets my own, no more tears.  Please forgive me.  Help me forgive foolish dreamers who built such a beautiful country, but they built on sand and the sea had long washed it away.  Leaving me standing on my own - the dream keeper,  waiting for their return.  For how long?  Do you have any answer?  Soon the sea will come and wash me away.  Then I too shall fade.  I love you, that much will always be true and real for all the seasons of the sea.

Chackie

...to winged thoughts and a broken heart

though only rage can set my voice free
only forgiveness can give it wings
that it may rise unfettered and unashamed
part of me, yet distinct and alive
to possibilities beyond this mortal flesh

a kiss in the forehead and a long lost hug
go with the blessing of a broken heart
go with the hope of a smoldering wick
go with the love of a bruised reed....

morituri te salutant

The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
blessed be the name of the Lord!

- Job 1:21

and so i shall embrace hatred with tenderness
for nurturing my hate with compassion will let it grow in forgiveness
then one day in fields of green the lark shall sing

...in another life

it was a path not mine to take
a door that can never be opened
in all the laws that man may make
it was a crime that can't be spoken

perhaps in another life not mine to live
there beats a heart not mine to give
that will pledge forever 
my love is yours to keep

...of broken bones and broken hearts

i do not know of what i speak

or of what i write

sometimes i think broken bones are more dire

yet today broken hearts are dear

tell me what does the wise one say

what pleads the thief by the courthouse steps

what sighs the widow by the tax collector's post

what begs the miser by heaven's gate

but despite not knowing

i still feel

what sweet rapture when love fails.