Fears that paralyze and begat despair
Paper Tigers with claws that rip and tear
from the bone to the marrow the cutting is done
yet fear can never put love on the run…
Courage is required to banish scorn
listen to the sound of paper tigers torn
Fear seems so real in the dead of night
only to disappear in the love of Holy light
The air is sweet with perfume of the lake
The grasshoppers hum like an electric wake
Children’s laughter echoes through the trees
Summer camp, I still believe
I am there once again where the love affair began
between the water and the sky
Where my childhood and my children still abide
There can never be an end
where so many hearts have been
Summer camp, I still believe
I suddenly wake and I can’t see anything
I start throwing my fear around
I open the window and look for the sun
and for signs of the spring…
and then I can breathe
I can feel each Holy breath…
Then I hear my babies laughing
and smell roses in the air
Deep inside a sweet voice whispers
What have you to fear?
and then I can breathe
I can feel each Holy breath…
At night I gaze up into the heavens
and someone calls my name
I laugh at the man in the moon
and peace comforts me again…
and then I can breathe
I can feel each Holy breath…
road maps and rivers
can’t get me there
a shadow at my door
yet no one is here.
Texas prairie home
a song of love or two
it’s essential every second
time that’s reckoned to you.
road maps and rivers
two girls in my heart
the sound of their hello
my only travel chart
Buckets full of morning sun
splashing down my back
warms me through and through
there is nothing now I lack
Buckets full of morning sun
heat up the darkest dawn
and dries the dew upon the grass
make way for Resurrection’s Song
the wind is blowing harder now
the fragrance of earth and sea…
the dirt of my birth
the water vivid blue green…
the melody is clearer now
you are singing over me
the sound of my birth
the song of my dreams…
you know all of my stories
you hold all of my tears
my wonder of glory
my Champion of fears…
let the wind blow harder now
I am watching on the shore
my heart can hold what will be
and all that has gone before…
I am a daughter of the Gulf Coast
its deep inside me like the Holy Ghost
from Texas oil to Pensacola Isle
calling me softly to come and sit a while…
Have you ever been in the Gulf of Mexico at night? Ever tipped back your head and felt your body rise and sway with the motion of the sea? Looking up into a star filled black sky ions above you. In between that vastness of The Milky Way and all the water below there is a connection. There is the sweet melodious song of God, the Creator that astounds you into an unspeakable romance with Him. You feel you are in a dimension of awareness between antiquity and eternity. There is no fear. There is no dread of this power that you know can take your life in an instant…There is just the sea, the sky, and the smell of brine, and God singing over you…
The surf faithfully sweeps toward the sand dunes that line the shore. You cannot see them in the night but you are sure they are there holding the island together and budding with beautiful golden oats. There is a rhythm to the beach where the days and the nights of your life seem easy and make sense. At least for me it does. There is a canopy of fluid above and below. A heady cup of wine and that cup indeed runneth over…
Nautical wheelers
Hemingway readers
Shell seekers
memory keepers
The Ocean calls to me
from the deep
The blues and greens
dreams unseen
Ancient voyages
shipwrecks buried deep
Stories passed down
treasures asleep
A Holy cathedral
tidal pools of prayer
The Sea comforts me
I want to be there
I am the girl in the dream, the girl in the hour-glass.
I am every blue on the color wheel.
I rise on a great floating bubble that a child just blew out of a plastic jar of soap.
The bubble is robin egg blue and I am continually moving toward you.
I am the girl in the dream, the girl clasping turquoise ribbons attached to the moon. My skin looks silver blue like the moon. My heart is an open door and the door is deep blue like a navy school uniform blazer. I turn the glacier blue door knob and I am permanently moving toward you. I am the girl in the dream, the girl who is every blue on the color wheel. I am soaring up toward the baby powder blue stars, the blue-gray fog is lifted and my blue gray eyes finally see you and my Faith has been made sight.
I put my mind on pause till the midnight moonrise
I get hysterically reverent when the church bells chime
Painted soft flames of love flick around my heart
the shadow of a poet, she’s only catching sparks.
I want to sleep deeply in a minor key
need that old emerald seas washing over me.
Sprinkles of “should haves” drop into the sand
As seeker, a woman. Just had to love that man.
Catching sparks, clear as star fire
Catching sparks of loving-kindness
Catching sparks like yellow fireflies
Catching sparks till I close my eyes.
