Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Words ~

Little weaving chains of words
that sing a deathless song 
echoing like clanking swords 
that protest against wrong _

A friendly sympathetic grace 
to ease a heart that's sore 
a place for words _ and time and space 
yet silences may roar _

Words left unsaid _ (that should have been)
may wound a tender heart 
'tis then we need the magician's pen 
or some rare Godlike art _
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(It seems like I have been away from blogging for a long time 
and I have been. I have been very busy taking care of Jake 
since my last post. And, then we went on a 2 week vacation early in October 
and left Jake in good hands, or so I thought.
That turned out not to be the case.
We took him in for an appt with his surgeon on Oct 18th and had the most 
distressing news. An x-ray revealed Jake had much swelling of his knee 
that had the surgery and he had a new fracture.
My job has been to completely restrict his activity and lots of ice-packs.
Another x-ray will be done on Nov 13th, I am praying for healing 
as if not another surgery will have to be done.

Also, my dearest Aunt Rose passed away a day after we returned from 
vacation, my heart is broken! 
She lived to the age of 98 and went peacefully in her sleep.

I am sorry I have not been around to visit any of you lovely Blog friends 
but I just cannot manage it at this time, I am completely focused on Jake 
and his healing.) 

Hoping life is wonderful for all of you.
I do not know when I shall post again.
Please keep Jake in your good thoughts and prayers.

Love from 
~ Margie 

Friday, September 05, 2014

Remembrance ~

We must find a way 
to remember 
summer in winter 
the ocean in the desert 
the breath of mountains 
behind four walls 
the tiniest good fortune 
in the midst of tears _
 ~~~~ooo~~~~ooo~~~~ooo~~~~

(my sweet, gentle, Golden Jake had knee surgery on Wednesday 
 he is having a difficult time and healing is going to be a hard and long process
 I will be a full-time nurse to Jake over the next 2 months and I will not be posting  over that time ... I shall be back to regular posting around the middle of October ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ be well, dear blogging friends ~ xo )


Rose and Jake are the best of friends 
Rose was very sad when we picked him up after surgery ~

Monday, September 01, 2014

Rose Window ~

You, who gave me life 
And the joyous childhood 
I did not know was rare 
I would tell you now 
What it has taken a lifetime to learn _
How priceless were those years 
How Radiant!
And the radiance stemmed from you 
I have seen cathedral windows whose colors 
Were like the feeling I have 
Remembering _

Not from your words but from your lives 
We learned that the things you valued 
Were eternal _
I would, if I could 
Build a cathedral for you 
Out of thankfulness 
And in it I would put a glorious rose window 
The color of love _
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(Written in deep gratitude for my amazing parents)
 I miss them and remember them
 at the rising sun and its going down
 and wish with all my heart I could have them back 
 if only for one hour ...

"Say not in grief he is no more but live in thankfulness that he was"
-Hebrew Proverb 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Couple in the Photo ~

They seem so unposed 
so easy in their love 
Note:
his protective arm 
her contented smile 
It's as though they couldn't imagine 
being anywhere but 
together 
Beautiful, don't you think 
that after all this time 
those two happy people
       are still
       us _

Friday, August 22, 2014

First Love ~

When, in our youth, the world was fresh as dew 
as fresh as though that day it had been made _
Enchantment entered it and as it grew 
we ran to meet it gladly, unafraid _
It came as softly as the soft dusk fell 
this first awareness of some strange, new thing _ 
We did not understand its lovely spell 
we only knew _ though winter _ it was Spring!
Though not quite sure what wonder had transpired 
Our's was a shining world, that much was clear _
We drank it in and we were never tired 
we were alive within a singing sphere!
O young first-love, how could you understand
you held the universe within your hand _
~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~

(I have to admit a 'first Love' that has turned into
an 'everlasting love' is the 'best love'!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Tomorrow's Key ~

Today gave to my waking world 
a gold and crimson dawn 
so splashed with splendor that the sight 
I scare could look upon _

In the dewy morningtide 
I heard a thrush's cry
of utter joy and saw him wing 
across the western sky _

Before my eager, quickened sight 
a flower-form unfurled 
and lent its matchless beauty 
to a green and amber world  _

My grateful heart beheld a way 
to lift a load of care 
that in a silent loneliness 
a friend had - had  to bear _

Twilight gently blanketed 
the weary world in rest 
and stooped to kiss the little one 
that slumbered at my breast  _

Today I learned to love each hour 
nor asked tomorrow planned 
and lo _ at last _ I drift toward sleep 
its key within my hand _

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Lyrics Three for Nighttime ~

1 ~
Tonight 
a gentle-mannered breeze 
brushes the dark-still little world 
that waits around me 
singing so softly 
of pleasant, restful dreams 
and almost promising 
teasingly 
a laughing, lovely day 
tomorrow _

2 ~

How softly has the night 
enfolded tree and shrub and home
with snug, protective darkness 
with quiet, soothing darkness 
and put to rest 
all tensions of the daylight 
thus quietly to pour 
the balm of nature's healing 
release and peace, thus stealing 
from a weary self
now lost in dreams _ 

3 ~

Good night, sweet dreams , the day's at end 
let pillowed rest all troubles mend 
all weariness now flown away 
be made anew through dreams at play 
sleep softly, gently through the night 
sleep restfully 'til morning's light 
sleep curled and cuddled, safe and sound 
Good night all _ may sweet dreams abound _ 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

No Guarantee ~

Capture life with nimble fingers 
put it in a gilded cage _
wait to hear the happy trilling 
coming from its private stage _

There will be no song, no singing 
'till the day you set it free _
You compose your own libretto 
life comes without a guarantee _
(a San Francisco picture)

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

My Mother's Star ~

When twilight goes and night has made 
the crimson flags of sunset fade 
while down the drowsy, wearied hills 
her purple fruitage flooding spills _
When night has come and day has ceased 
across the valley to the east 
a star hangs tender, soft and low 
I love to watch it shining so _
I say, "That is my mother's star!"
though far away _ oh, far and far
I know she watches over me 
as tender and as lovingly 
as when she led me _ footsteps slow 
A-down the paths of long ago 
no other star may ever shine 
as glows this Mother Star of mine _

(my mom died in 1998 and I miss her so much 
 but she is in my thoughts daily and I cherish the beautiful memories!) 
(photo is from Google.) 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Back Home ~

They made code marks on the calendar 
for those days when a letter would come 
from one of the children and a different mark 
on the occasion of a long-distance call _
There was a bright red ball-point pen 
hanging from a string over the calendar page 
ready to emblazon a badge of cheer
upon the little white square of that day
which was livelier and happier because 
a letter had come or a voice had been heard 
and they could talk with each other comfortably 
about the beloved ones far away _
They felt it was a nice way to be included 
without intruding, to reach out gently 
without prying, and so to keep alive 
the tender, anxious, oneness of their loving _
They never told any of the children about it though 
it might seem rather childish to them 
only a sentimental little game 
amusingly suitable for old folks back home 
and after all
all that mattered 
was their love 
for the children _

Monday, July 28, 2014

So Is My Love To Me ~

As clouds that glow in the setting sun
as greening grass on a lazy hill
as the sound of a song to a lonely one 
or an answering call to a whip-poor-will 
so is my love to me _

As fragrance to a wild pink rose 
or a mid-day rest on the river bank 
where the water flows and the shadows lie
and the fronds of the ferns are tall and rank 
so right is my love for me _

For wide and calm as the arching sky
and bright as the stars we trace 
and high as the moon as deep as the sea 
the feeling of joy, as I place 
my hand in yours, my love _