The Tender Place

That tender place inside your heart Is not a wound that needs healing But it is a door for your soul For you to feel, really feel To be open, to care. Let the tears come And dissolve that shell The shell that has encased you It has protected you But the time has come … Read more

The Door into Healing

As we approach the end of the year I have been contemplating the next step on my spiritual journey, wrestling with the imperative to simplify with my desire to do many things. I recalled my poem “Many Arrows“, feeling the courage to be divided no more and embark on an ambitious agenda in the new … Read more

The Clearing

What is this feeling that fills my heart That opens my soul and lifts my eyes To the cream-colored clouds and the clearing skies? I think I too may be clearing After a stormy passage and a silent song The aching emptiness of a world gone wrong A desire to love and a fear to … Read more

The Formal Feeling

The Formal Feeling She called it the formal feeling For me it has no name For us both it is a healing Coming after pain. She is gone now Her fear has ceased Her pain is over She is at peace. I am holding that feeling Fragment though it be Filled with a sense of … Read more

Love’s Return

This morning, after several days of feeling quite good and strong, I experienced a mini-meltdown. I don’t know where the feelings came from, but there was grief and some immature thoughts. Then I remembered a dark time from many years ago when a poem came. I would like to share it with you today.

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The Tear

I have been so busy of late. I got out of my regular morning routine of some spiritual reading, prayer and meditation before breakfast, and listening to music during breakfast. For example, I would have breakfast in my office and multi-task doing something at the computer while eating. I took time off over the long Memorial Day weekend, and this morning did my old regular routine for the first time in a long while. At one point, while listening to music, I dissolved in tears that had no apparent locus. And I remembered this poem.

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