One million moments - inkless I've avoided me too long Because I can't avoid you Or anything that's wrong To write it is to understand Or at least to try To speak it is to give it shape To give it breath and life Let it rest between us now Let the broken be Give… Continue reading Inkless
Yes, the above photo IS Lake Superior. From my personal collection of photos taken by a non-photographer. 🙂 A short for you this morning -- I'm not sure whether I'm finished with this poem, but I thought I might as well share it anyway. As always, I love your comments, questions, suggestions. ***** The fog… Continue reading The Fog Upon Superior
Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn
Little Bird you try so hard to be everything all the time You cannot (for you are not) and so you are doomed to fail If you could be just what you are not everything to everyone You would be (for you are) Little Bird, destined to fly ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore From… Continue reading Little Bird
Don't unbreak this heart of mine It's all that's left of me Don't undo the hurt and fear That helps me to believe Keep me safely in Your soil The dirt of all I've known Draw the life out from the death The pain that makes me grow Show Your face so faithfully To lift… Continue reading A Prayer for Spring
It is in the quiet, in the deep the Sacred Spaces of the world where Beauty finds a place to be and simply to Belong where chaos of the day finds Sleep and visions whisper, dreams unfurl like Captive Meteors set free to endless galaxies Beyond ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore From the shores… Continue reading Sacred Spaces
If you close your eyes And breathe in deep You can smell the coming Snow I swear Like crisp of night And Autumn leaves Impending bitter Cold Is there Waiting for A place to be A place to settle And Belong Longing more For love Unseen The frigid, gentle Joy prolong Of Gathering – Ten… Continue reading Of Gathering
