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Sara Ray Poem
Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006
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What time is this
Where once we wait
Whilst questions stir up great debate
Upon this place a storm doth brew
Encroaching in on me and you
To make a stand or make a choice
Have a heart and have a voice
Be not thee fooled by lovely lies
Made to keep well in disguise
A truth thus far which few have seen
Veiled behind some wicked scene
Know what we are and why we’re here
Be not thee bound by useless fear
For power lies in focus held
In knowledge found and wisdom felt
Creative thought shall be the key
Unraveling untold mysteries
With hence unknown abilities
Bestowed with light we’ve yet to see
Transform a world of pain and hate
Into grandest dreams create
This time, this place
No more we wait
Through storms of violence, fear and hate
The very catalyst we need
To know the truth which sets us free
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2009
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The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
So warm and soft and sweet and true
A blessing like I never knew
Worth every ounce of pain and fear
Each heartfelt doubt and wondering tear
Can I be what she deserves?
Are my virtues fit to serve?
Each question harder than the last
All faded now into the past
I gaze upon her perfect face
Full of beauty, peace and grace
A life that’s only just begun
Shining brighter than the sun
My heart has swelled beyond extreme
An ever loving living dream
Gratitude and hope abound
Heaven sought and Glory found
Strength and courage multiply
Seeing through Love’s own true eye
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006
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A set of circumstances bring
Upon the wings of fate
A happenstance we can’t evade
Conditions we create
Gaze upon our furrowed brow
While struggle through we pray
And realize perhaps too late
That all is meant to be
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2010
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In darkened corners
Of my troubled mind
Lie hidden demons
Left to find
They creep and linger
Ever there
Waiting for some sweet despair
To show their faces
And sink their claws
Into places
Soft and raw
They feed on worry, fear, and doubt
But I know how to bring them out
To deal with them courageously
In hopes at last they’ll set me free
Face the darkness deep and true
Find the hidden healing clues
Bring the fearsome thoughts to light
Where they’ll lose all will to fight
Without the secret shameful shadows
They can’t exist to fight this battle
And at long last I’ll truly win
My soul, my heart, and yet again
Be happy as I could have been
Had I never let those demons in
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006
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With least resistance reconcile
The truest course to travel
The distance can’t be kept in miles
A wayward soul no map to follow
Directions held within your heart
The answers pure and simple
A journey set out from the start
Littered with threat of peril
Through many obstacles maneuver
Upon your path be true
And reach the place to whence you've come
Set perfectly for you
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2010
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Sometimes I forget… I forget to stop and FEEL.
I forget to find joy in the little moments that make up a day, a week, a year, a
lifetime.
Sometimes it takes something so out of the ordinary to shake me up and make me
remember.
To make me smile and giggle and sigh.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a belly laugh shared with my girls.
Sometimes it’s a thought provoking conversation with a revered friend.
Sometimes it can come in the form of foolishness, joking with my husband.
Sometimes, a long overdue cry while watching some sappy chic flick!
Sometimes it’s caught in the light of the sun as it filters through my window.
Or the soft, graceful, comfort of a kitten as he purrs.
Sometimes it’s an outpouring of heart and soul with my sister.
Sometimes it’s a look, or a touch that captures my undivided attention.
Sometimes it’s in the kindness of a stranger…
Sometimes it’s in the lighthearted unselfishness of a loved one
Sometimes it’s finding a friend in the strangest of places.
Sometimes it’s connecting with the universe in all of its wondrous magnificence
Sometimes it’s in a melody or voice that soothes my mind and alters my mood
Sometimes it’s in the innocence of a baby’s breath
Sometimes it’s a shared understanding
Sometimes it’s a moment of pure satisfaction derived from any number of situations.
All of these moments are blessings, given to help me remember. To make me feel. I
am eternally grateful for all of these things and so much more!
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2010
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Autumn creeps in slowly
Tenderly, seductively
Summer giggles and blushes
Tickled by crisp exhilarating breezes
The colors of fall mesmerize her
She needs to feel the fiery reds and golden hues.
She longs to don their passionate splendor
Autumn’s tender kisses entice her
Swept away with reckless abandon
The excitement overtakes her
Enraptured in effervescent glory
Autumn sinks in
His force penetrating
Deep into the heart of Summer
His grip is unshakable
Summer struggles to hold on
The waning sun warms weakly
Flowers bloom in last ditch effort
She feels herself slipping away
The vibrant luring colors fade
Withering into brown lifeless forms
The once lush green leaves of Summer
Flutter helplessly down to the cold hard ground
Autumn, triumphant, drags his defeated prey
Onto the alter of Winter.
Giving himself over as well
The henchman lies down his life
Winter’s deep frozen death reigns.
A great, barren arctic tomb (womb?)
Under which Summer waits to be reborn
With Spring’s first gentle kiss.
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2009
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Beauty and longing
Joyful belonging
Where hides one's desire
To reach ever higher
Soulfully soaring
Released of all mourning
Spirits rejoicing
Eternity's fire
Loving and laughing
Freed at last grasping
Truth beyond fear
Forevermore basking
In Love's Golden Garden
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006
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I am now the reluctant bearer of a great and vacant void. A place that once was filled with warmth and light… Now hollow. Empty. Where before there was a piece, an element infinitely irreplaceable; now there is an ache.
My heart no longer whole; threatens to collapse under this weight of sorrow. Grief doesn’t begin to describe; this incomprehensible sadness. The longing and mourning… Wishing and missing that preoccupies my mind; tearing at the very fabric of my being.
My memories which both taunt and comfort. Haunt my thoughts. Bittersweet reminders every moment. Of love. And life. And joy.
In the absence of her presence I am faced with the melancholic beauty that pervades reality. Assaulted with miraculous perception of divine dichotomy. And drawn ever deeper into love and appreciation.
So grateful am I now for moments nondescript. How eager am I now to impart to those who touch my heart, a bit of that joy… Of love… Of light…
Inspired not to take for granted, but to love wholly and freely. To live fully and
blissfully… Cherishing every miraculous moment that is mine to hold with delicacy.
Sharing unselfishly that which was left to me. Knowing irrefutably that the void was never empty. Not really. Only that it has simply opened to make space for more love.
Thus, I shall pour my love into that space. And all of the space around me. Committing to love wholeheartedly this life, which is mine temporarily. In reverent honor of one whose example paved the way for me.
I love you Gram. Missing you will be as breathing. Constant, essential, and unfaltering. Until we meet again.
Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2011
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