Forgiveness is a monumental gift
that swings both ways. By giving it
to someone, we give it to ourselves
whether we realize it or not.
There's no greater freedom!
It untethers us from the bitterness
that stifles our breath. Forgiveness
allows us to finally breathe.
It lets our spirit loose like an eagle
flying free in the open sky
It gently lifts the cumbersome burden
weighing down the heart and soul
It takes bravery to forgive
the seemingly unforgivable because
it's one of the hardest things we could do,
but it's the most liberating act of all.
We've all asked for forgiveness
for slights we caused and we were
forgiven. There's no reason why
we shouldn't give forgive as well.
Don't be tough on your imperfect self
Don't dwell on your mistakes.
Free yourself of your past and start living
in the present. Forgiveness is freedom!
Categories:
untethers, forgiveness, freedom, metaphor, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Death's Claim
When Death claims the body,
the pale unwelcome guest
untethers the living soul,
renders flesh and bone into dust.
The body's mortal suffering
is swiftly melted down
and, like the body's blood,
dissolves in Death's cold hand.
The spirit soars and sings,
the senses embrace the bliss.
The heart, its task ended,
sublimes away to nothingness.
When death claims the spirit,
ignoring the reeling mind,
the soul is a prisoner,
its fickle ways confined.
Flesh hangs limp on the bone;
bone aches more than the flesh.
The senses slowly drown
in a river of emptiness.
The spirit sags and kneels
under its own leaden weight.
Mortal suffering seems endless.
the heart is disconsolate.
Categories:
untethers, death,
Form: Verse
Death's Claim
When Death claims the body,
the pale unwelcome guest
untethers the living soul,
renders flesh and bone into dust.
The body's mortal suffering
is swiftly melted down
and, like the body's blood,
dissolves in Death's cold hand.
The spirit soars and sings,
the senses embrace the bliss.
The heart, its task ended,
sublimes away to nothingness.
When death claims the spirit,
ignoring the reeling mind,
the soul is a prisoner,
its fickle ways confined.
Flesh hangs limp on the bone;
bone aches more than the flesh.
The senses slowly drown
in a river of emptiness.
The spirit sags and kneels
under its own leaden weight.
Mortal suffering seems endless.
the heart is disconsolate.
Categories:
untethers, death,
Form: Verse
Autumn day’s pale grays hide as daylight crystallized
Crimson flowered plains and timber leaves bled crystal-rouge morning rain
Saturates plush carpeting where leaves collage
Beneath this camouflage
Sparse olive grass , black mud , clay tender and slick
Conceals impressions of travelers’ past presence
Clever color coordination , the eyes’ pleasure and autumn’s sacred essence
Plush red shades
Graced canvas mirrors , contrast heaven’s gentle grays
Stirring air untethers , bright floating pedals, light as cardinal feathers
falling ground ward settle
Leaves, red as rose pedals
Cast into floral meadows
Dusk’s gradient rays... citrus-crystal , rust-amber fade
Scarlet-tangerine , pepper-red , green ,ocher-rouge , and vermilion-nectarine
Covers winding trails which narrowed and vanished where sunlight paled
Timber silhouettes , lost definition in eve’s dark veil
Autumn timber’s radiant splendor, observant eyes remember
Preserved on treasured canvas paintings and mirroring photographs
Sacred mementos , windows into autumn’s past.
Categories:
untethers, nature, seasons, red,
Form: Narrative