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Oh, my Beloved,

Do you not see,

Your own

Beauty

Purpose:

To be happy,

joyous

free?

“Being”:

open

to the adventure

willing

to explore

Consecrated

waiting

Loving

giving

all ways

and always

learning

laughing

more.

“It was not that he did not want her

to be Mrs. George.

It was that he did not want

to be Mr. MaryHelen.”

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No more kisses on the Wind

October 19, 2012October 19, 2012 greatpoetrymhf5 Comments

In their last lifetime together

He was seldom by her side.

He had promises to keep.

“I will be with you in the next lifetime…

My darling wife…“

As he blew kisses on the Wind

The storms of life were raging.

The woman she was aging.

The ‘one who was on his way’

had not arrived.

She lit the candle.

Scrubbed the floor.

All was in readiness and more.

The fruit was dried, the pickles done;

She had worked from dawn till setting sun.

Still the “one who was on his way’ had not arrived.

Why am I still dreaming a maiden’s dreams?

I know the score.

It is not always what it seems.

Still she cleaned, gathered and spun.

She worked from dawn till setting sun.

In the night she dreamed a long dream.

“I could not come

to you this

lifetime wife.

I had hard living.

I had much strife.

I will keep

my promise

to be ever

by your side.

I will be

sending you

kisses on the wind.

My love I cannot hide.”

In the morning

the dream was done.

How would she live

on without ‘the one’?

She shook her head.

She started fresh bread.

She made new plans

as she made the bed.

Plans for herself, now,

that she was forever free.

Plans to travel,

there were places to see.

She sat in the evening,

toast and tea for one.

Making her fire

upon the hearth,

she started to sing…

“I need no kisses

upon the wind.

I stand alone,

as it has always been.

I have my freedom,

no need to roam.

I will enjoy my own fire.

I will love my home.

I have no need

for promises

from lifetimes past.

I have a love within me.

A love that lasts.“

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The strands in his hands…..

October 12, 2012October 12, 2012 greatpoetrymhf4 Comments

He kissed my cheek.

The aroma of cedar, pine,

and juniper hung thick in his hair.

He touched my hair,

slowing loosening

the braiding

as it fell into his hands.

His hands, large and gentle

leathered with age

trailed through the hair

in his fingers as if were gold.

To him it always was this way.

Quiet, strong gentle love…

almost worship

of the strands in his hands.

He smiles and knows.

I am watching

his eyes and his fingers.

The fire behind me

is dancing in his eyes.

I am dancing

in his arms.

The fire within us

grows as we dance.

He lifts me in a twirl.

Kisses me.

Laughs

as he puts his arm

around my shoulder

for the night.

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Could my name be caressed by the breeze? (Visitors from the storm)

August 27, 2012 greatpoetrymhf4 Comments

: After detail of painted stone fireplace and new flat black stone hearth, simple modest zen style, Seattle Washington USA (Photo credit: Wonderlane)

The contented crone sat quiet and quite alone….until the breeze began to blow.

On the breeze, floods of memories began to play.

In the breeze, she saw his smile.

She loved him so, but, it had been awhile.

Her memories were Soul’s delight.

Just to hear his voice once more.

Take the memories off her heart’s shelf…

Turning each one over in her mind.

She smiled and laughed as she heard the wind roar.

Knowing his time was now spent on a far distant shore.

The light was fading.

The room grew dim.

Still her thoughts danced with him.

Once more, just once more…

could I hear his voice speak my name?

The answer came in the pouring rain.

The thunder crashed about her head.

The lightning flashed brightening the gloom.

It was then, she saw him standing in her room.

“I have come to sing your name…

To remind you of our love.

You might want to be ready

for company on the midnight train.

Our children are coming

to see you from across the sea.

I wanted you to hear the news first from me.

I have always loved you my darling wife.

We managed love and laughter throughout the strife.

I will stay the evening till the children arrive.

I wanted these moments alone with you….

While our memories are so alive.

I have always loved you….and so much more.”

The wind shifted, it with the wind pelted the door.

In a flicker of time, they visited and sang…

It was then the door-bell rang.

“Grannie Mahara, it is me.

I have brought all your great grand children for you to see.

Mom and Dad are unloading the car.

I see Grandpa is visiting. I knew he would not be far.

We shall sing your name upon the wind…

I will set the kettle for our tea to begin.”

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Beloved Friend….(contest entry)

May 31, 2012May 31, 2012 greatpoetrymhf1 Comment

My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)

Love Love Love (Photo credit: Gregory Jordan)

I have been waiting to hear
Because I love you so much
That the Source has sent you the One.
The One, with the touch
Of grace in their speech
With love in their eyes
The One, your hearts reach.
The One, you have longed for
Loves own surprise.
Beloved, I long to hear
of your Beloved Friend
May you walk together
In laughter,
In joy of the Spring
In courage regardless
Of whatever life brings.
In Divine bliss,
In Gratitude`s own kiss.
May you love always
till your Journey`s end.
I love you Beloved…
I am always here
Sending love to you and your friend.