Thursday, July 23, 2009

My heart has broken
a thousand times
each poignantly unique
and crushing

My heart has healed
a thousand times
and more full of love

My heart does not wait
in hope
it clings
so that I am not lost

And I too am breathless
with belief
that all that has come before
has been to lead me here

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

I hear the trees sleeping
in hushed, rustling tones
soothed by the wind's gentle kisses
and the ancient lullaby of the stars