When we’re feeling the pain of someone’s death
and looking for something to help restore us…
May we be blessed to remember
we’re always walking
In the footsteps
of those how came before us.
Step by step we walk along,
Breathing in the air so strong.
The sky above the ground below,
Our hearts are light,
Our spirits grow.
Side by side we laugh, and talk,
The road stretched forward as we walk.
Steps complete the mind feels clear,
Calm and balance free of fear.
As we walked, the journey flows,
Stronger still, our friendship grows .
Grateful hearts, refreshed we part,
Feeling light in soul and heart.
I watch
colors distort into
dots tiptoeing on the white wall
Black target expands—engulfs—
flitting between rear and front sight
Blood drums in my ears—
tides I ride with breath held
shallow. It hums, the shadow—
taunts with broken birdsongs
It knows.
All it takes is
a skipped heartbeat
for a sniper to fall
Countdown.
Lens focusing into center
breaths narrow into blade, inhale—
The world refined to
a single shot resting in the barrel—
Exhale.
A light tap on the trigger—
a sparrow’s footprint on fresh snow—
silent, sudden,
the sound catches up after
the recoil sends a shock to spinal cords
That’s when chirps falter into echo
The defiant dusk descended slowly on the beach.
We walked apart, slowly on the sand, but with no speech.
We left our footsteps imprinted clearly on the sand
She walked with her head lowered; I never touched her hand.
I looked at our footsteps on the sand, one light, one deep,
Small waves rolled on our feet, erasing feelings we keep,
Still, we walked, hiding secrets we did not wish to share.
Blast her, she was lovely as the breeze ruffled her hair.
The footsteps stopped and faced each other with a sweet smile
Gleaming eyes were mesmerized but without any guile.
We kissed tenderly and so our footprints did not run
Hold me closely, I whispered, never let go, dear sun.
Each sweet whisper of love could ruin our lasting life.
We were meant to live happily as husband and wife.
Along the shore
Wind
adores the sand, the stone
The Salish Sea
calls to me
I am an island upon an island
Restlessly
wishing
A gull in communion
with mountains, trees
Water my source of birth and food
Harbinger of ancient ways
In my soul such dynasties
free themselves
Only within the emptiness
where the wind exhales
are you with me
Forever
on the edge
Eternally
your footsteps left behind
though washed away
I see them
Remember
as no other could
Even though water brushed aside
the moments
I am the witness
Your cry imbedded in my soul
A starfish rests upon my pillow
at night when the sea
the Salish Sea
calls to me
Dream the dream of us to be.
God
Give yourself over to
God. He will
Guide your footsteps through
Good times and bad. His
Grace is sufficient for ridding us of our
Guilt and sin and
Giving us peace of mind.
Foreboding...
The air is thick, too still, too deep,
a hush that lingers, holds its breath,
as if the world itself won’t speak.
Foreboding...
Shadows coil along the walls,
not moving, yet not quite still,
watching, waiting—silent calls.
Foreboding...
The wind hums low, a hollow tune,
whispering secrets through the trees,
warning that something is coming soon.
Foreboding...
A footstep sounds—but you are alone,
your pulse quickens, your fingers shake,
a chill that settles in the bone.
Foreboding...
The door creaks open, darkness stirs,
a presence lingers, unseen, unknown,
a voice that whispers just one word... Run.
In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly,
Small fears like dried leaves gather beneath the steps of autumn,
I am not a person, but a lost dream, among desires and shivers,
I fear small, ordinary, human things, like a wandering stranger.
I love adventures, transformations flow like a river to the unknown,
Yet I resist when opportunity appears as a door ajar,
In vain I flee, for fear finds me, an echo of steps on a deserted road,
I have no choice but to look into its deep eyes, to find courage.
Fear is not the monster I believed, but an old friend, unrecognized,
It is the key that opens doors to freedom, to light,
I realize the irony in the question: where has fear been all my life?
What do I still avoid that could be of help, that could bring solace?
With each step, integrating fear, I become more myself,
I embrace the shadows like old acquaintances on my path,
They make my heart beat fast, I live each moment intensely,
I weave my destiny from thin threads of courage and acceptance.
He left footsteps
On maroon heart
Pickled my breath
Left me teal tart
A shadow of self
Onyx eyes now dark
Casting my cares
Left stoic torn apart
Let me wallow in my pain
I avoid sun and embrace rain
For without one the other is vain
This too shall pass but I remain
Stuck in a lesson learned too well
Burned in my brain like fire from hell
Give me some time I’m sure to unpack
Reorganize my mind get my groove back
In the land of spring where hope was born
it's gift - release of winter's hold.
The sun of summer lost its luster
following some how., days take a low bow,
streaked trials all but lost.
Now the days shorter than a lit match' dream.
a moment caught in light tho' weak, just a ray.
Dark hooded and clothed in a fallen snow,
Christmas always wished it just that way.
Hand sore from barbed wire's wretched greeting,
on a winter's walk I wandered on.
Pink glow of youth' robust cheek, sure of foot, still searching
time's meaning of So long.
My father's stride now recognized,
though stronger than in memory's glow..
intersected my own low stuttered step
printed before me in light gathering snow.
Will landscape of winter's white recall my feet,
as I walk the trail where foot steps converge again.
Years on, still hold my children's hands..
awed in perfect artistry of falling weight and wind.
Tell you once in awhile, while lookin' away..
just at a whisper when you're near,
thanks for bein' here..
Christmas always wished it just that way.
There once was old clown named Will
who town after town topped the bill
he dropped down and died
his son Jack Brown cried
"he's left me some big shoes to fill!"
I heard footsteps approaching, and two knocks on my door.
I thought it was Oluchi, an angel recreated in human form.
I opened with curiosity to behold my priceless gem.
Stretching my hands to her waist, I felt the thick darkness in my palms.
“Who's there?”
A cool breeze greeted me, leaving the dazzling moon to gaze at me.
Is it my grandmother's mmuo?
My Chi whispered, “it is Ogbunabali”.
My heart danced to the beating of ogidi.
My thoughts flew faster than an air plane.
Maybe he saw when I came out of Oluchi’s hut.
No! When I hugged Chukwudi’s wife.
Ogbunabali, prince of the night, carrier of death.
Please spare my life; a kingsman, my wife and my farmland are all I have.
Then came another piercing knock, when I opened,
I saw a figure, like an Iroko tree,
his roundish head with a torch on it,
a goat skin bag and a gun hanged across his shoulder.
“Ebuka, are you not coming for a hunt tonight?”
Ah!! My thoughts and my game.
We walk in the footsteps of God, divine trail,
Imprints of creation on life's fragile scale.
Each step is a miracle, a cosmic dance,
In the grand ballroom of celestial expanse.
Our path, a tapestry woven with grace,
Threading through time and infinite space.
We tread on stardust, remnants of birth,
Echoing heartbeats of heaven and earth.
In this pilgrimage of souls, we find
The eternal rhythm, forever enshrined.
Shadows stretch across my mind,
in grief I'm lost
hard to find.
Darkness whispers,
pulling me near.
In the sadness of your loss,
I disappear.
In distant lands, where echoes fade to sighs,
Two friends, once bound by laughter's gentle ties,
Now parted by the vast and stretching miles,
Their bond still lingers, though the distance piles.
In dreams, they'll meet beneath the starry night,
Where memories shall dance and whispers will find a home.
Yet longing grips their souls with silent ache,
For hands not held, for words they cannot make.
But hope, a candle in the darkest night,
Guides them onward, towards the morning light.
And when at last, fate's cruel divide shall mend,
They'll reunite, forever as friends.
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