I appreciate the strength of the ocean.
His waves are gentle and healing.
I adore the strength of the wind.
He lands on my cheeks softly
like a lover’s kiss.
I admire the strength of the sun.
He embraces me in total warmth and safety.
I exalt the strength of my God.
His strength is made perfect in my weakness.
You Have Been Loved – George Michael
She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
In all this time
She thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
Just to give him life
That man
She loved that man
For all his life
But now we meet to bring him flowers
And only God knows why
For what’s the use in pressing pamls
When children fade in mother’s arms
It’s a cruel world
We’ve so much to loose
And what we have to learn we rarely choose
So if it’s God who took her son
He cannot be the one living in her mind
Take care my love, she said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, she said
You have been loved
If I was weak, forgive me
But I was terrified
You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
The kind that makes devils cry
So these days
My life has changed
And I’ll be fine
But she just sits and counts the hours
Searching for her crime
So what’s the use of pressing palms
If you won’t keep such love from harm
It’s a cruel world
You’ve so much to prove
And heaven helps the ones who wait for you
Well I’ve no daughters, I’ve no sons
Guess I’m the only one
Living in my life
Take care my love, he said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, he said
You have been loved..
When I lie down alone
I feel the curve of your arm
The temperature of our skins
Like the morning sun warms the shore
The healing waves lap me into a peaceful rest
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have read a poem
that you wrote especially for me
on my birthday
because you are a poet
and a damn great one.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have heard you ask me
“What can I do to make your loss feel
more bearable?”
because you do
have a compassionate heart.
I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have seen
the action after hearing
“I am sorry.”
because action speaks
far louder than words.
I know I am not special
despite how many ‘I love you’s
and justifiable reasons.
I don’t buy it!
Because my heart
feels like an insignificant speck of dust
floating on the ultra unrealistic
social media platform.
when love pushed us under water
my fight-or-flight kicked in
I broke off your hand and fled
watching you drown
living doesn’t feel alive
right now
The clouds dangle to reach the plain
They borrow the wind’s might to whisper their intention
so the land turns over her barrenness to welcome the nourish rain
Photo by Cassa Bassa, Canberra, Australia
When I looked into the mirror
I saw you in me
For the very first time in my life
I am in love with myself
A malnourished heart bled in broken melody
Would you still hear her devotion
A songbird choked on poison berries
Would you fight to nurse her back to health
I guess
most of us watched in horror
frozen in action
soon
became busy licking our own wounds
It is inevitable that
the heart stopped
the bird died
You won’t know the future by thinking, pondering or debating but responding to the calling of a wife and a mother and envisioning him respected at the city gate
She searched love everywhere
But no matter how many catches
professed their love for her
she still felt
the hole in her heart
the passion unquenched
until she heard the voice above
and she understood
the meaning of love
then she was finally satisfied
Flicker of Thoughts 