Susans Soul

Woodland Harmony

Envision woodlands.

Smell the pine trees

and slow dying leaves.

Listen for sounds of birds.

I hear an owl in the distance

and a woodpecker near by.

Birds form a woodland choir.

Taste that woodly sense

of growth, decline as air

fills your lungs with

invisible wind blowing.

Touch the hardy earth

below both of your feet.

Do you see it? Sense it?

Can you feel it?

  Susans Soul…

I have lost something

Very valuable to me.

Not money, not credit,

Not a trinket or even

Valuable jewelry.

Yet valuable to me.

No, not my freedom

Since Covid19 virus

Not my daughter but

As loved as she is.

I’ve a personal loss

Of my precious cat.

I knew he was sick.

I tried to prepare.

Then the day came

When I could not

Deny him comfort.

So, he died quietly,

Peacefully left me.

But I have great

P…

When I awaken, I notice the quiet of Morning.

Nobody yet awake seems a gift from God.

This quiet is my favorite time pray.

Soon the day will give way to busyness.

Noise and activity take over the remaining time.

Of course busyness and noise are important.

Those I live with are happy with the noisy activity that surrounds.

But for me the quiet of morning is what I long for at the end of day.

Susa…

The sound of chimes as wind blows

The movement of fallen leaves

The distant church bell ringing

The softness of a puppy’s fur

The soft purr of a cat in your arms

The softness of newly grown grass

The gentle breeze across your face

The silence of the shining sun

The touch of a first kiss

All of these are gifts from God.

Cherish them daily.

Susans Soul…

I awoke to sunny skies

But in my heart, storms.

Spring was present.

Winter storms around me.

I sat for a few moments

And thought about the

The juxtaposition within.

But could not decide the purpose.

So, after some time

I let it go and dozed.

The answer evaded me.

Susans Soul…

Birthdays

Birthdays come and go.

We celebrate every year.

Secial time, love filled.

Some are not special.

Some not celebrated.

Love is lacking those.

These not celebrated.

These are not joyous.

Joy and love removed.

Sadness replaces both.

Old Souls celebrate alone.

  Susans Soul…

Sadness seeps

from within

and without

Begone sadness!

You are not welcome!

Take your sadness

Elsewhere far away.

I rise and gather

Writing paraphernalia

And other belongings.

My mood has changed.

Susanssoul…

  Prayer about Shame and Fear

  Lord, I feel shame about my sexual abuse as a child because I gained weight and the abuse stopped and I felt safe. Each time that I have lost weight in the past, people have seen me as a “sexual” being and this terrifies me.But I know in my mind that losing weight does not change me and I can keep myself safe as an adult. Why doesn’t my…

I run. I hide. Escape.

But nothing helps me.

The Family Curse follows.. (more…)

A Tennessee Winter Morn

A day of Tennessee winter is upon us.

The morning starts slowly.

You want more time to sleep

and ask less of the the chaos from

Outside my prescious sanctuary here.

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It has been so long since I have written poetry, I am not sure I have the skill anymore.

Currently confined to a wheelchair but I am aiming for a walker soon.

It’s Been Awhile

It’s been awhile since

We met Old Friend.

I’ve missed you Friend.

Thought of you often

And my poetry here.

Old friends share soul connections that hold.

My soul to your soul.

Can’t you feel it?

I do. Indeed I do.

Susans…

I’m sorry that I haven’t written much lately. l fell and tore the ligaments and tendons in my left leg and am in rehab trying to learn to walk again. Susan………..

Limits to Self

As I look back at the “self”

I’ve become, I am shamed.

Joy disappears, sadness consumes.

Unable to feel anger anymore

My “self” withholds all purpose

Withers slowly until it is no more

“Self” no longer exists and it

Disap…