New Year

Wash over me
Waves come crashing, rains come falling down
New waters, refreshing
Drought is ending

The thirsty can drink
No need to thirst anymore
Be renewed in this
Be revived in this

Spring up oh well
Can you feel it?
In your heart, you’re overflowing
What you thought was dry is drenched

Can you see death in the land around you?
Because all I see is teaming with green
This land is alive, well, and free
It has not let you down yet

Welcome to a new year
A new life
Be refreshed
This drought is ending

Blogging Everyday in July|A Poem About Clouds

Clouds are one of my favorite things.  If you follow me on Instagram, there’s no doubt that you’ve seen far too many photos of clouds, from the Sierra Wave to the fluffy clouds over the skies of Alabama.  I just love them.  I think they’re an art that we’ll never be able to form ourselves.   So someone asked me to write a poem about them.  And I did.

Floating by silently overhead
Sky art
In waves and puffs of softness
Dense air holding water
Held up by invisible strings
Carrying joy, peace, anger, sadness, storms
Pour down on me
Pour down on me
Bring life
Refresh me
Warm summer rain
I am renewed

In Motion

Even the smallest motion causes movement in still water
Ripples that can become waves
So it’s okay if we keep still
As living creatures, even keeping still is not completely still
There is motion in life
Even the stillest life

We make waves by breathing
Change atmospheres by stepping into the room
Perspectives morph with every spoken thought
So please, never stop thinking

They say the beat of a butterfly’s wings can cause a hurricane
You may not see the storms you cause
But storms are where the truth is revealed
Rain brings life
Life in motion

Love: Measured

One could ask how much I care, how much I love
But it cannot be measured
Not in inches, not in miles
It just is.

And I want to say that loving is all I know or what I do best
But the falsity in this statement is silencing
Coming over me in waves, I am shown the errors in my ways
Yet I’ll keep going

Being carried ever forward by these feet that walk toward you
Strengthening my gait when I am almost overcome by weakness
I know I’ll catch up again

You’ll wait for me in my distractions and some day we’ll laugh about them
Because these situations really are laughable

And I’ll probably never understand why I sometimes take my eyes off of you
Every time I feel myself sinking in the waves like Peter
Yet you always catch me
I haven’t drowned yet

So maybe make your voice a little louder for a while
Because your delicate whisper is almost being drowned out
Not for lack of listening, I declare
But do I even know it?

I say I’m aware of your forever presence
Only, in acknowledgement, they’d say I am lying
And maybe I am, subconsciously
Because the best thing in life would be to be engulfed in your overwhelming presence as time stops and fades in the background

Be in my foreground
In front of my eyes
The ringing in my ears
A voice singing to me

You sing about me
You write about me
You write songs about me
You tell them the truth about our love as you see it
And you always see it right

So measuring my love is merely a waste of time
As it will always be dwarfed by who you are
But I’ll keep saying it “I love, I love, I love you.”