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.

Hope Rides Tonight!

I named this blog well before the poem was even an idea, but tonight the idea came to bear fruit!

Hope Rides

When life has tossed you in the dirt
And all your faith is bruised
When your spirit flags exhausted
And all your strength is used
When things seem lost beyond repair
And you can't even feel mad
You drag yourself up by boot straps
You didn't know you had

Because
Hope rides over mountains, through valleys of despair
It carries on through thick and thin
It shines a light you have to share
It makes heroes of women and men
It lets you dream what you'd never dare
Hope rides over troubles, though no one seems to care

When life gives you a dusty trail to tread
And you just want to run
When you've worn a rut in your road
And you just want to be done
When the brightest jewel shines no more
And you only taste your sweat
You keep on trudging and tramping 'til
You just want to forget

Because
Hope rides through rivers, across plains of discontent
It endures the dreary throes of life
It continues on though you are spent
It withstands through weary strife
It carries on till you become content
Hope rides through tedium, though boredom is hell bent
　
When life, at last, finally rewards your faith
And you ride an easy road
When you travel verdant meadows
And you carry a lighter load
When the burbling creek beside you
Sings inside your very soul
You will feel the winds of love
You will finally feel whole

Because
Hope rides beyond hills, inside the noblest hearts
It gallops in the wilds of your mind
It inspires each facet of the arts
It gifts sight to those once blind
It guides you beyond the course life charts
Hope rides within you, that's where it always starts

Standing, Still

A single tree stands alone,
battered by wind and rain
Bent and broken branches
Lost to time and pain
Yet still it stands on its hill
Alone but to the careful eye
For looking closer one would
See another tree standing by
A sapling yet, leaves still bright
Grows in the lea of the hill
Its tender roots provided purchase
in the damaged tree standing, still.
Yet so few can see the damaged tree
would fall so easy to the storm
Should ever the sapling cease to
shelter beneath its twisted form
So little tree, thrive and dream
in the solid ground you know
Strong and silent your guardian
too will continue to grow
A patriarch and his heritage,
Commanding the sundrenched hill
And I'll look often from so far away
To see you both standing, still.