Evelyn Klebert

When the world is too harsh
and it brooks no understanding
when the whirlwind tears everything to shreds.
When i can’t see clearly
nor make sense of its randomness
I remember where I find shelter
where i find comfort
and truth notwithstanding.
Where i find hope
and possibility
where I’m caught when i fall
where the harshness is cushioned
where my spirit is cherished.
In your eyes
your embrace
your whispers
always with you.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

There is a difference

Between the man who lives for himself

with his eye always on his own goal

and the man

who keeps his eye

always on his children.

The man who teaches them about their world

and gives them a strong shoulder to lean on

who supports and nurtures them

in good times and bad

who gives encouragement

not condemnation

who views them as his responsibility

not as an extension to glorify himself.

What is the difference between the man

who is really a Dad

and one who misses it entirely?

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

i’ve tried a thousand ways
walking up and down
trying hard to wrap my brain
around what I’ve found.
I’m supposed to be better
than cursing another’s way
I’m supposed to be stronger than letting them
touch my world.
But I guess I’ve lived in a bubble
because I can’t begin to fathom
how someone justifies deliberate cruelty.
I’ve tried to forgive
for myself that seems best
but maybe its just too soon
because it still surges up nonetheless
I never really understood
what it felt like to brush by evil
because its  clear if people allow it
it will work through them.
It’s a struggle
to move on
and not to get some acknowledgment
of what has been done.
But there seems to be no justification
or satisfaction in senseless ness.
I can’t begin to fathom
how and why someone would choose such a course.
I suppose I can only conclude
I’ve brushed by evil
and be glad it’s well away from me now.

I don’t believe we live in the same world.
I don’t live where taking from someone else
accomplishes anything but misery.
I don’t believe we walk the same earth
because mistreating one another
only accomplishes the same pain for ourselves.
I don’t believe we see the same truth
because truth is eternal
and not clouded by self-deception.
I don’t want to walk in your world
where all is dank and devoid of essence.
And I can’t begin to understand
why you would.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Just when you think
you have it all figured out
Just when you think
there are no more surprises.
Just when you think
this world is too jaded
Then the unexpected happens
and we exceed expectations
Just when you think
there are no more surprises
we find common ground
Plant new seeds
and hope flourishes again.

I couldn’t explain
how we paint on this canvas.
Each with a different method
a different style
a different stroke.
No one can truly perceive
the art we create
the energy we pour
into the care of another.
Hopefully we inspire
hopefully we guide with a steady hand
hopefully we understand when our task is at an end
when its time to release
and watch another find their own way.
I couldn’t explain
how we paint on this canvas
how at times it goes unnoticed
and uncharted in the grand scheme of the world.
But how quietly we celebrate our great success
our great achievement
as we watch our children pursue their dreams.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

I’m sure there is a whisper
of something in the air
but I can’t hear it
so I’ll travel without care.
I’ll tread quietly
and perhaps stop to listen
beyond the noise of my own thinking
and the loud clamor of the world
claiming to be
what it is not.
Perhaps there is a murmur
a truth, so delicate
but persistent in its presence.

Who walked these silent halls
and danced along these wooden floors
a thousand lifetimes away?
What hopes were born
and sorrows draped over hearts
that no one remembers?

Voices once loud and vibrant
now diminished in the rancor of the present.
The ceilings speak to those who still listen
of a moment so long ago
where laughter and dreams
and hopes once shone as brightly
as they now seem faded
and gossamer in remembrance.

It’s a time for solace

A time for peace

A time to forget how we think things should be

It’s a time to stop judging

And forcing our expectations

A time to stop fighting

And creating insurmountable obstacles

It’s a time to let go

And let each to their own lives

A time to let the air still

Let the dust settle

And remember that we can be there for each other

Without pain.

A time to resolve
or perhaps just move on.
Dusting off old grievances
and not entertaining new ones.
A time to understand
that old patterns never yield
new results.
And to change the outside
you must first begin within.
A time to explore new shores,
and let the old ones
remain behind you.
A time for hope,
for new beginnings
and a time to strive for true peace.