the story part 4 of?

dawn breaks, night falls
hope is a beacon, no longer a floodlight

it cannot illuminate the sea
it's only a summons to the sailor

it does not set the course
it only holds the compass

dawn breaks, night falls
candles burn, books wax poetic

hurt hungers, love remains
faith feeds, and hurt subsides

So................................

heart divided she runs on the beach
ebbing and flowing with the tides of change

she builds castles in the sand, and dances with dolphins
she wave rides and summons the surf

she entertains Posiedon after a long courtship
her captain is gone, but the deity remains

life has loosened the Goddess
and she claims her true form


the sky, cerulean; the earth: underneath
night falls, dawn breaks



 

Redemption for Little Bear

when did the grown up man 
find his childhood scar and rip it open

so afraid to confront but to reveal the truth 
that hurt people hurt people

and instead of healing 
the sins of his father become his Alma matter 

and adult pride shadows humility 
and selfish desire is fuelled by anger and blame 

he drives away what is sacred 
and Love loses its hold amidst the rush of chaos 

when the grown up man 
forgets his inner child, his Little bear

he cant stand to face him
and reveal the truth of his own folly 

and his son, holds up the mirror 
begging for understanding and a rite of passage 

only to become the grown up man
initiated by his childhood scars

There is redemption for Little Bear  

Working on true Love

Love is creation-
existing even before the birth of the world. 

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with he the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and perseveres..."
Love never fails" -  Christian Bible, 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

This passage personifies and defines Love.
It sadly fills me with such great expectations. How do you find this love? How does one live it?
Does it actually exist in people? or is it just for God? 

This passage is often read at weddings -
I am certain that newly-weds feel Love's embrace and blessing. 
However, I am sadly convinced they have no idea the depth and maturation that Love requires as we live out It's true form.  

Where Love resides...how does a man carry out this Love? How does a woman reciprocate? 
How do we teach our children to know Love? Does the world know it? Do we live it? 

This passage is a piece of scripture that I cling to and now am learning to develop and measure myself by.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 

It inspires me
It depresses me 
It convicts me 
It motivates me 

In this wrestling of inner work I have true peace that Love never fails. 

What does it do for you? 

the story part 3 of ?

Standing in the lighthouse
a bird's eye view can see her silhouette trimmed by the soft glow of a warmly lit room. 

Softer still, as if looking through a tear is the view of a rounded room lined with bookcases. Volumes pouring out on the tables and stacked on the floors. A time ago, they summoned the readers to be lost in paradise or playfully challenged in a game of knowledge. 

Behind her, the warmth of the woollen tartan on the leather arm chair beckons for rest.

Beyond the chair - there is a niche filled with the clutter of art supplies- paints, brushes , mason jars- a lamp and and an easel and works in progress - of incomplete visions...

the books are open 
the candles are burning
the paints are drying 
the radio is playing 

Imagination is held captive by loneliness and hope. She waits for her muse.  

She prays out over the sea. Arms wrapped like a blanket of hope -cradling her heart- she waits and sways with the crash of the waves below. Recounting memories of footprints in chase and lover's initials drawn in the sand along the line of the beach below.

Music rocks softly - a brief awareness of Robert Plant's Little Angel Dance on the radio sways her body, in rhythm with each crash at the shore. Being lost in voices, guitars and violins and a conjured vision of Triton on his chariot bringing home her love out of the sea. 

In the dark and silence it becomes so easy to let the first moments of grief flood in. The moment when, the vow was broken and the ship took up anchor.  

"I am going away to find my treasure".
"I am going away to fix my life." he said.

The Captain, weary, and resolved, pierces the heart of his love as he walks out into a storm he cannot see. "I will die if I stay" And he goes where the wind carries him- out into the tempest. 


His Love remains. Standing mute in the lighthouse.
The albatross circling, is abated by her strong summons of courage and faith to break dawn.

So she stands, she watches, she waits. She prays and honours the sea - giving her sanity over to Shakespeare's Prospero - waiting for him to calm the storm- inside and out. She directs the beacon of light out to her Captain and hopes he will bring his ship about in the place of his comfort and prowess. 

Holding on to the treasured myths and memories of their life...she keeps the light shining brightly.

Who are you listening to?

So I woke up early to pray - my heart is silent 
so heavy and torn i feel like i cannot move 
I am bravely loving and hanging on to hope - when i have been told there is none

So i am sharing a Big Daddy Weave song today:  "Redeemed" 
and it is my prayer - 


Seems like all i can see is the struggle 
Haunted by ghosts that lived in my past 
Bound up in shackles of all my failures 
Wondering how long is this gonna last

Then You look at this prisoner and say to me "son
Stop fighting a battle that's already been won" 

I am redeemed, You Set me free 
So I'll Shake off these heavy chains 
Wipe away every stain- I'm not who I used to be 

All My life I have been called unworthy
Named by the voice of my shame and regret 
But when I hear You whisper "Child lift up your head"
I remember oh God , you're not done with me yet.

I dont have to be the old man inside of me
cause his day is long dead and gone 
i've got a new name a new life, I am not the same 
And a hope that will carry me HOME. 


My hope is knowing that God is not done with us yet 

The prodigal son story in the bible ( Luke 15:11-32) is a miracle because it keeps on happening still in our lifetime- it is more powerful now because of this 

Here is my hope for mankind, there is no shame in forgiveness 
we can chose to listen to a voice that is love 
instead of the legion of voices who are telling us otherwise 

Who are you listening to? 

finding peace in the world

Chasing the wind running barefoot while
Sunshine warms the undulating hill
children fly kites and old ladies have tea on blankets
Not old ladies - happy ladies with red hats
I smile as I pass them - they are so content to watch
mommies loving their babies and daddies loving their families

There is hot dog man at his cart ringing a bell and laughing with the ice cream man beside him
Lovers line up holding hands at the carts - waiting , and yet not waitning - just "being" and passing the time with idle chatter, stolen kisses and laughter

Mother Nature is happy - there is a man watering flowers and grooming the grass
while babies toddle barefoot - ladies keep watch as they meander the park path
people ride by on bicycles waving -cheerful and sunny people
my heart is singing with the birds who are frolickning in trees and rehearsing love songs
there is a memory of closeness to those people I have lost somewhere and I know they are here dancing with me on the breeze - no regrets - just joy in sharing space and time - somewhere out of space and time

Chasing the wind , running barefoot in the sun, head high, heart smiling
i am choosing to find peace in the world at this very moment

and I invite you dear reader, to add your experience to the story ....