In a finite world where I’m here but for a moment,
I savor the first bite of toast with homemade blueberry jam
and the spicy warmth of my morning chai
as I break the fast of sleep.
I savor my family, those who are still with me,
and those who I carry in my heart and memories.
I savor my friends, who walk with me through all
of the seasons of life.
Their friendship is the balm for my soul,
A place where I can be my genuine self, sharing laughter,
tears and deep conversations.
I savor the warmth of arms that envelope me in a hug,
reminding me that I am loved.
I savor nature’s beauty: the hummingbird, the bee,
and the butterfly as they alight from flower to flower,
refreshed by its nectar.
I savor breathing in the air as I amble along
the garden path or among the tall pines,
a place where deep serenity abides.
I savor the beauty of the sky as it shakes off the blue of the day,
and dresses in its pastel finery
before slipping away below the horizon.
I savor the quiet moments tucked up with a book,
as I’m spirited away to another time and place,
freed from the worries of the world.
At the end of the day, when my body and mind are weary,
I savor slipping into the comfort of my bed,
pulling the covers tightly around me,
slipping away to the nighttime cinema.
Tag: Inspiration
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Because Everything Falls Away
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The Seed
An Ode to My Parents
The seed was planted, watered, and tended with love.
With the warmth of the sun, it was allowed to grow.
The sower’s voice spoke gently, encouraging it to blossom
With petals full of love, stretching out to the world.
It watched the gardeners’ example of gentle compassion
As they walked along the flowerbeds,
Treating each flower, whether thriving or dying,
With dignity and grace.
For they knew that the flowers’ beauty must grow from within
If it was to brighten creation once it left the safety of the bed.
The sower released the flower to humanity once
All the wisdom had been bestowed upon it,
Allowing it to spread its seeds to all it touched. -
Astrophilia
(n.) rare love and obsession with planets, stars, and outer space
Transport me to the cosmos,
Past the moon and the known planets
To the wonder of the galaxies that lay
Beyond our Milky Way.
Oh, to be free of the bonds of gravity,
The smallness of life that boxes me in
And the harsh realities that wound my soul.
The images of space call to me,
With their majesty and glory.
Who, in their infinite wisdom, could create
A paradise of newly forming stars,
Emitting bright red gases 1,300 light years from earth.
These offspring are only 100,000 years old,
Mere youths in the universe that sprang to life 13.8 million years ago.
As I gaze upon these photographs sent back from deep space,
I’m filled with hope and wonder.
That I’ve been placed on this planet, to shine brightly,
To feel the pain when my worlds collide, morphing me
Into a unique being, with remnants of the star I was.
Ever changing, growing, searching for
My new dwelling place in the world. -
Book Bed Companion
Where your body once filled our bed,
Leaving your imprint, your unique shape,
Is now filled with piles of books to be read.
Words are my new companion, filling up the
Emptiness that you have left behind.
You loved all kinds of writing,
Reading them and sharing your thoughts
In poems, songs and plays,
Adding your unique beauty to the world.
These books provide me escape,
Often to England, where we once traveled.
I read until my eyes are heavy with sleep.
The voice from the audiobook lulls me
As I drift off to the land of dreams.
Your warmth and breathing no longer there
To soothe me to sleep.
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Dreaming of Mom
In the night you visit my dreams
Sitting next to your gravestone,
Alert and at peace.
You gather me into your arms,
Just like when I was a child,
Holding me gently, comforting me,
Telling me I’ll be okay.
The tears slip down my cheeks
As I rest my head against your bosom,
Feeling safe and shattered at the same time.
The ether of the dream evaporates,
Leaving me alone in my bed,
My face wet, wanting to hold onto you
And longing for the respite of sleep
To ease my grief again.
Beautiful Bittersweet Life Poems 