A Gentle Riotous Bella

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

To My Sister Clara

As I walk through fallen and scarcely trodden snow

My heart is heavy as it carries your memory
A memory that keeps company with resilient leaves and broken branches

I miss you and today I feel the steady pull of your love
Just as this winter moon stirs the sleeping bear
It stirs up in me a longing for you

The need for your physical presence
Rises up within me like the tide
With no place to fall except from my eyes

And even though you'd be the first to hush my grief

I quarrel with mortality and I question the fates
And I envy
Yes, I envy the other side of Heaven's gates

For there you are ... for you are there

Thursday, 21 February 2013

I Rolled Away The Stone

I rolled away the stone
Only to find you weren't there

And I waited

I waited and chiseled out upon the stone
The stories that numbed my heart

Monday, 18 February 2013

Each Tender Moment, Small and Large

Let us think about the caring we receive

Each tender moment, small and large

From family and friends and even strangers

Kindnesses are no small thing

They touch our days with grace and joy

They refresh our hearts and souls as water does our flesh

May I always come to the wellspring of your kindness

Each tender moment, small and large

With head bowed in reverence for the beauty of what you share

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Your Lovely Crown of Righteousness

You say you're moving forward?

But how can that be
When clinging to the past
How can the future be seen?

You frown and glare
And yes, it's your choice

You rant and rave
Well, at least you've found your voice

Convinced you are entitled

You sit and fume
Wearing your lovely crown of righteousness
In your cold damp tomb

And you seek with zealous fervor
Those who never change their minds

The dependable, the scrupulous and virtuous
Those who never cross the line

Well I'm sorry to say

They simply don't exist
Except for those found on
Imagination's list

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Absolvi (latin - to absolve)

I will swallow whole: the heads, the tails and guts of all offenses committed upon me and those committed upon others, by me.

I will absorb the energy of these dark offenses; the poison, the pain, the betrayal, the shame, the hurt, the fury, the fear, the indifference.

I will gather heavy chains that I forged in order to carry dark offenses with me and I will free myself and all the others I had shackled to them.

I will allow those offenses, those dark pages of my story, their rightful place in my history.

I will build each offense their own tomb in my bones and marrow. Every last weighty moment lived, will have its own burial site and marker.

I will lay flowers on those graves and walk away ~ head high ~ eyes clear ~ heart open ~

I will allow them to rest in peace and stop dragging what has already been written to clean pages.

I will secure the future's clean and unsoiled pages for new parables and legends.

I will put away the widow's blacks and veil and wholly reconnect with the living, mindful of my many blessings and my need to bless.

I will remind myself daily of the importance of remaining curious and alive to reason and choice with complete focus of head, heart, body and soul.

I will enter into a new and untouched land ~ My own "State" of grace ~

And I will reign sovereign over my own life with soft step, wise eye, love and reverence.