I met my mother

In My Mother's House

In My Mother's House

In my Mother's house

I will remember:

Love today for tomorrow

Never comes.

Laugh, because here

Right now, is the present

A gift.  Freely given.

To one whose heart

Flows with memories:

Attend the moment.

Tides of time ebb,

Then wash over me.

As waters from baptism

Sanctify, imparting Grace.

Remind me to Love

Today.  

Tomorrow

Becomes a present.

Wrapped in dreams

Fading memories heal,

Renewing my soul.

I will laugh with joy.

In my Mother's house.

photo credit: HD Wallpaper

Silence It's Not Dark Yet

Mother and Child  Picasso

Silence
the sound of silence

reverberates

pounding in my still heart

 as my breath

fills my gasping

lungs then

slowly

pushes out

that which life

held until

spent

It is a universal truth that pain is individual; unavoidable.  

One must be aware to avoid one pain, means experiencing another.

I now know why my son pities those who have harmed him.

A poem

An attitude
Held deep within
A wandering wonder
Carried by grace
A willful choice
Strange yet familiar
Life transcends mere survival
Steeped within one's
Viscera, flesh, bone, sinew
Life inhales...exhales...
Gratitude for grace alone
Whether known or naught known