Tribute

This particular piece I wrote to honor a noble chevalier after his passing from this world a few years back. I believe our tight knit community of the SCA still feels the lack of him, but none of us wanted his suffering. I rejoice at his restoration in the summerlands of heaven.

Somewhere beyond, a warhorse gives cry,
And the drumming of hooves begins,
As the lists gain another knight
To hold the field of heaven.
The stallions scream,
the mares do neigh
To herald the newest companion
And Elysium gains a true defender
As Jerald rides forth once again.
So cry not sorrow, for a shell now empty
Cry tears of joy as the spear is taken up
As the lance is regained, and the sword girded once again.
Let the banner be raised in the angel'd winds.
For the arm is now able as the spirit always was,
And Jerald rides forth once again.
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Desert Welcome

I forgot, after all these years, the beauty of the desert. How it may take a little looking, a little quiet patience, but it can be found. I forgot the smell of mesquite tree, so dusty yet rich and hearty. the feel of the sun hardened soil beneath my feet, unyeilding to heat or wind, but always ready to drink the rare vintage of a good rain. The greens are not as lush and deep as the forests and hills that feed my heart. But they are so much the more precious for their rarity and for their stregth in the face of the sun. I had lost the memory of the baked blue of the sky, the vivid red of the pock marked hills, the rock riddled heights of the little mountains. I missed the miracle of little lives of lizards and quail, making their way in the unforgiving environment, perpetuating the generations despite the elements. So I am pleased to have my memory refreshed, to be grateful for the many beauties to be found on the many facets of the jewel we call earth- shining miraculous in sunlight and moonglow and starshine.
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Wandering

I'm lost tonight, cast wandering into the woods. And I find though it may be frustrating and disconcerting, I don't really seem to mind it. There is a bit of weary satifaction to my trudging in circles. There's even a smidgen of growing respect for my own stubborn will, which won't let me sit still. Mind you, there's also a bit of self pity for being inable to find my way just yet. But I won't let myself wallow in that, much- I can't fail though I may falter.

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Gratitude

Today, I am thankful, more than I ever am on Thanksgiving. I am grateful and humbled and awed by the ones who sign away their lives and give up their right to a life all their own. Some pay the full price, some come home injured physically, some come home injured in ways we can't see. Some loose their families when they go away, some loose themselves. And some manage to make it through relatively unscathed. But wether they realize it or not, they have all been made better for their willingness to risk it all. Maybe stronger, smarter, more grateful, but in some ways that are untangible, they have been elevated among their fellow men. For they are now heroes, no matter their length of service, duty station or job. These men and women, they offered up EVERYTHING for us, those who stayed home. Those who daily experience a hundred little rights and a thousand little privledges that we would not have but for those who have served. So to all those who fell, those who have lost, those home, those who are away, those who love a service man or woman, you have this Americans gratitude. And you have my daily love, and constant prayers for strength of heart as you carry out your duties. My life would be less rich and less beautiful if not for your willing sacrifice, and I will never cease in my support of you.

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Potential

There is potential in a blank sheet of paper-
It could become so many different reflections of the heart
Sometimes the images are painted in words,
And sometimes they are reflected with paint
Often they take a form that only their creator understands
Whether the medium be pencil or pen or pastel
Charcoal, chalk or crayon
The blank page waits only for someone willing to pour their heart upon it
So while my bookshelves are populated with the written word
And volumes of art not my own
The books I cherish most are those half empty
Those waiting for me to find the courage to fill them
 
 
 

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No Apologies

More verbal dithering about...............
 
 
I'll never ask for forgiveness for being who I am;
All woman, one half lion, one half lamb.
I'll always be honest even though it causes pain,
All woman, three parts sunshine, one part rain.
I'll take a risk, take a chance, fall flat on my face.
All woman, five eighths denim, three eighths lace.
I'll give up everything I own but I wont chance what I do
All woman, one hundred percent in love with you.
 
 
 
 

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A Love Once Hoped For

Wrote this a bit ago, never shared it with the person it was intended for, figured I might as well add it to my random ramble on here, since I'm too brain dead to write anything original tonight. LOL Good night, sweet blog.

Let me love you like a tempest
let me touch you like a breeze
let me give peace and comfort
let me set your heart at ease
Touch me with your kindness
trust me with your heart
together we can discover
a brand new place to start
Give me a moment of time
to show you what sings in my eyes
Offer me a tune in return
and I'll offer you no goodbyes
So let me love you, every charm,
every flaw, every grace
For a heart like yours deserves
nothing less than first place.