Feb 25, 2008 in Poetry
A quiet breeze, yet something stirring the air
the calmness of the night,
seemingly serene, yet not peaceful.
Anticipation crackles, something elusive,
prickling, irritating.
So close, yet just beyond reach,
brushing just near enough to drive us crazy with curiousity.
Something elusive, yet to be seen.
Feb 07, 2008 in Poetry
Those quiet times we forget.
We simply move on as if were alone.
The path glides easily,
and so life takes hold,
with its busyness
that fills the days.
Those other times,
stormy times,
when chaos is rampant,
and confusion blocks our view.
Then we remember,
frantically reaching out our hands to be be guided,
supported, simply helped through.
When it all seems too much,
we desperately, readily shift the burden,
remembering that there is always someone there to take it from us.
With assurance that even if we don’t understand,
we are loved and cared for and never truly alone.
In time the darkness will lift,
and again life will go on easily,
but perhaps this time we’ll remember
and consider who led us to the other side.
