In the earth or in the trees in the sky I don’t know why
Hold me gently me oh my
Cradle me soothe me give me lullabies
In the middle of the day or in the middle of the night
There the comfort lets me know there is only us
Let the others go.
Illumination
The Struggle Is Holy
I struggle to love myself daily until I make the decision to align myself with source. And that source I suppose is holy. Even the struggle is holy as I write these words and feel a gratitude for being able to share.
When I love myself it is invisible and not. It’s confusing and I fear that loving myself will only be revealed at the moment that I transition from this world into an unknown. Perhaps it is there that I will be shown that I have loved myself with every breath. It is simple. Profound.
Greeting Grief
I greet grief with a love deep and strong. One moment at a time in the infinite wisdom that lies within. Be not afraid, I hear whispered in the quiet of the night. Busy myself no longer as the peace that dwells on the mountain tops rains down on me like a gentle spring carrying melted snow. Long ago there must have been a time when we all loved one another and in this moment we embrace and greet that love, acknowledging the grief that resides in our hearts like a welcome guest who gently rocks us as we view the stars. Be gentle. Be kind. Be strong. Be at peace. For there are and always will be the joyful twinkling chimes that play for us near and far.
Pay Attention
Breath comes easier
the aroma of dinner fills my heart
and I feel gratitude for all that is.
To ignore sometimes feels right
and then the attention goes elsewhere.
But what if I miss the one thing
that is most needed?
Impossible!
I hear from angels near
for what draws my attention
are the wings of angels
and their whispers of loving kindness.
Joy is all around
even when I don’t want to admit it
Joy in the candle flame
the taste of cranberry
the lingering warmth of a new pair of socks.
When I pay attention
the earth envelopes me
and allows my heart to soar
like an eagle gliding
and the sun shining
strong on a cold winter day.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Sacred Space
Alone in my heart
the quiet of the morning
dark or light
quiet or not
My sacred space connects me
once again to a trusted source within
which, for so long was forgotten.
But now, I trust and have faith
in the grace that allows
safety, happiness, health and peace.
A peaceful space
where the past, present and future
are released like a dove into the fair blue sky
to carry a part of me
that needs freedom and joy.
Alone in my heart is a space of light
and one that I share with all in need
for we all are worthy of harmony
beyond that which lies on the screen
And with that, I give thanks. Aho.
But I am not finished
even though my mind often goes there
goes there to a sacred space
carrying fear
of the long lost
but now found.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Make It True
Oh joy and prosperity
lovingly embrace
becoming the tasks
of etheric wonderment
meant to support life
with grace and loving kindness
Over and under through hard times
make it true for me and you
may I wake and know
and simply glow
and know where to go.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Don’t Quit
I am ready to roar
on the stillness of the night
on the brightest of days
and then purr
like the angels
found in kittens
so smitten
we dare not admit
that we don’t want to quit.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Ready to Roar
Mother you are not a part of me
leave me now.
I may be a part of you
but you need to let me go
and know you are
the evil that needs to be extinguished
with a love so powerful
that only God can help us now.
I am ready to roar.
— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers
Giggle and Roll
The love of my children
joyful and bright
knows no boundaries
day or night
through it all we tumble and fall
though we know not all
giggle and roll
swim and stroll
we travel along to Omaha
where we see and hear
but do not care
if the buffalo roam
and the antelope play.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Midnight Surf
The earth moves
like mountains
against the sea
with sun setting orange
in the indigo glee
forever bright and dark
we go not there but here we are
against the midnight surf
and the glistening moonlight
iridescent and lovely
like the tears of raindrops
on the windshield traveling on.
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