Poetry 2015
Sunday July 12, 2015
Old Friends
Dusty,
they emerge from the box
like a resurrection.
So much knowledge and sustenance
in my days of trial,
hidden from the world for too
long.
It was like Christmas,
seeing each book again,
remembering how it healed me,
fed my soul with insight and
light.
If people knew the value in these
treasures,
they would have to be locked in a
strong box.
Not material worth which is
fool’s gold,
but spiritual wealth,
which is priceless.
Seagulls at Summer Solstice
Seagulls are God’s angels,
circling the earth.
Today there were many
passing through the sky
on cleansing missions.
They gathered and flew in a giant
oval,
against the crystal blue.
Creating a healing vortex
for our ailing planet.
Whenever I see a seagull,
I feel comfort from the heavens.
A
peace envelops my soul,
knowing they can defy
gravitational pulls earth creates.
They ride the wind currents,
Glide without effort,
Swallow up debris humans create.
Transmute it into new life.
Why We Keep Horses
They stand as sentinels shining
in the sun,
the curves of their muscles streamlined
for speed.
They bring a calm as they graze in
the pastoral pasture,
a simple reverie that soothes our souls.
They are patient and kind,
Help us simplify,
don’t require much,
just a few pats on the head,
a cheerful hello,
some hay,
a crisp crimson apple for a treat.
They have existed for eons,
much longer than we humans.
They have been our horse power
through long journeys, wars, mail, and stagecoaches.
Now they are just our large pets.
We don’t ride anymore.
We love, groom, and brush them,
Trim their long roped manes,
Curry their soft satin fur.
Somehow they know when we are in
trouble,
heal us with their strength.
Just by standing in their
presence
we feel better.
They still give back
with their horsepower.
