Release expectations
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
Category: General Musing
Finding Home
Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.
Of Stars And God
We are made in God’s image
Glorious bits of star stuff
Pieces of the cosmos
The big lives of small children
Awakened by
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Lion Hearted
A fierceness within
Combining with dignity
The King of Narnia
Resisting Fear
Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
This Summer’s Morning
Awoke by the rooster’s call
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Innocence
Innocence’s core
Deep into the abyss
Consumed by our longing
Willing sold for love
A fair trade?
Thoughts about my life
Focused on kindness
A legacy for my mother
Changing the world
Abandoning All We Are
Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.