A Mother's Prayer

~ a mother's prayer ~

the angels heard you coming tonight
and welcomed you with wings to fly
they held your hand and whispered
things that only those in heaven sing

the roads pave gilded and refined
you are heaven's now, but always mine
I say goodbye and through my tears
remember days, minutes, years.

i've known you well through
these hard days
i know by heart the many ways
i love you

-written for macie, 2013

Walden in the Fall

Sometimes when you venture out, just past your own backyard, you discover that Walden really is nearby, 

closer than you even realized. 

And Walden in the fall is just amazing.

I am not sure why autumn wakens me as it does. 

My step is lighter, and the beauty of the earth just deepens, until you almost ache from seeing it.

Are you aching for more? I am.

Layer

upon

layer

of

grace 

just 

standing 

there

He Loves the Beauty

He sits and watches over,

All the essences below,

On the spinning world's stage,

By minutes and age to age.

He made the nature patterns,

His prose hangs in the sky,

Written by the winter birds,

And by the trees standing by.

From corner to corner,

He's a clever clever God,

His hand covers diamond stars,

Yet is even in the sod.

Daily the earth he drowns

With purest beauty known,

Streams spill laughter in delight,

Sunsets paint a new sky every night,

He could have made it all less so,

No mountain white-capped earth below,

No flowers cheerful in the sun,

No wild horses driven to run

No autumn treasures, no trees to measure.

But the clever God is mysterious,

He loves the beauty just like us.

Evening Prayer

Lord above,

Tonight, You have given me this sky,

Spread out like a carpet before me.

I need only to walk out and see it,

To remember the beauty You give.

Tonight, You have given me silence,

A welcome retreat from worldly chaos.

I need only to listen in stillness,

To remember the peace You bring.

Tonight, You have given me courage,

To face a new day tomorrow.

I need only to follow Thy footsteps,

To remember the strength You are.

--Amen.

October Shines

Even the simplest scene from October is beautiful. October simply shines.

Give Me Grey

Raindrops are forecast, 

For hours and hours...

You, would choose 'away,'

To find your mellow sunny days.
 

Source

 But I say, give me grey. Every time.

Every minute and every day.

I say, bring the grey and,

Please oh please, let it stay.

My Fall - A Free Desktop Background Image

Happy Autumn - I hope you will enjoy this free desktop background image this fall.

Copyright Bookishkind 2014

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery

Thought She'd Forgotten

Fall begins to knock on my door ever so lightly.

She's gotten such a late start this year, 

I thought that she'd forgotten,

To breathe her magic onto the trees.

But here she comes like nothing is amiss,

Ready to kiss away the remnants of summer.

Melody of Autumn by Marla Baggetta

With the Rain

Seasons change and,

When the rain finally comes,

Release your tears with the rain,

Let them stain your face,

Let them freely flow,

To wash away yesterday.

For yesterday's gone away.

Peace Hope Love

There is peace
hope
and love.

Source: http://thingssheloves.tumblr.com

It's September

A walk in September to celebrate the coming fall~

You're welcome~

The Nightlight

she sat and stared east,

wondering where all of the,

patterns had gone in the sky.

for now it was only blue,

the deepest blue there was.

she went on this way for minutes,

that felt like years,

just staring into the blue.

but something made her move,

and she turned to look west,

as the sun set.

it was then she saw patterns,

the bird streaking invisible lines,

layers hanging in the sky,

filled her eyes,

and the clouds framed the sliver moon,

just at the right moment,

when just a moment before,

it had been flipped on as a,

nightlight by the One,

who watches those who

watch His sky.

and the nightlight shone in the sky.

Source: http://nomadicsonglines.com/journal/2013/02/09/new-moon-in-aquarius-2.html

Spending Time With the Moon

I've always had a serious and introspective soul. I remember being 13 years old, sitting on my bed and contemplating life quite seriously. Even back then I needed time to myself to soak it all in.

Having a dark-horse-soul, which is something I just made up, I've always been given to spending time with the moon, watching butterflies float by, weaving deep-end thoughts, taking rambles in the woods, and so on. I hate being this way sometimes, but it is who I am.

Source: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhimsyWays

In my bookish life, I am always drawn to characters who are melancholy, troubled, and morose ... like Michael Henchard in Hardy's, "The Mayor of Casterbridge," Anne Shirley in, "Anne of Green Gables," and Jean Val Jean in "Les Miserables."

In the real world, I stare at the moon often and listen to the chatter of birds. I can be chatty and loud in life, but more often than not, I prefer stillness.

"I am a warrior of quiet." ~ Brooke Schmidt

It's in the quiet time that thoughts spill out and I start to understand who I am.

Who I was made to be.

I'm learning to accept it, one day with the moon at a time.

Source: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhimsyWays

Forward Motion

Mud, thick and dark,

Threatens, willfully,

To stop me in my tracks.

I'm learning,

To see the mire first,

Before getting caught up,

In the thick.

Sheer will and determination,

Will get me through,

The thickest part,

To forward motion.

Look Up (Again)

"I've looked at clouds from both sides now,

From up and down, and still somehow,

It's cloud illusions I recall.

I really don't know clouds at all."

~Joni Mitchell