For my LGBT friends

Silence
That is all that was heard on the end of the line.
And then a dial tone.

Despair
friends and family gone.
Cutting me out from their lives.

Sadness
Pastor said that I was an evil person.
God did not love me.

Ending
The sun raised over the hills of hope.
Beginnings

I thought long and hard.
I found that I could love myself again.
happiness

People i have met new.
I find friends who accept me.
Hope

So much to talk about.
People who accept me as an individual.
Communication

An edit of a prior poem

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

The spirit'ss quest is often hard,
to find true love for one and all.
If I could but simply love myself,
my spirit could touch all down that road.

Thinking on life

A man sat thinking on his life
where interactions with strife were rife.
And then he thought of years ago
when a mother's touch would stop tear flow.
he thought how this could help today?
A woman's touch could help him stay?
in touch with his own spirit true
a lesson to learn for me and you.
and so he looks into his soul
for the divine feminine to have and hold.

A poem for a friend who was thinking outloud

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

Reminiscing

I sat and contemplated how life's flow
would help me to forever grow,
to let emotions out at last
and not let life slip by too fast.
I sit and think and think some more,
do I take the hidden path or the wide door?
Let friends go at times like this
and simply sit and reminisce.
What adventures await me down the road?
I know not, but this is often good.

In remembrance of 9/11

Her Tears

Fallen towers lying low
as cries of revenge fill the air
tears soak the ground
heads hang in anguish
as the Mother watches, caring.

Just as a mother lets her children grow
She watches over, caring
a decade passed, what have we learned?
Blood and violence sharing?
Her children war, there is little peace

She whispers softly, "let it go"
to those who would but listen.
Will we mature? Will we know peace?
can we move past the violence?
The Mother's tears keep falling.


The Call

Soft and quiet is the call.
The Lady's whispered calling,
the Queen of Heaven beckons all;
to peace and prosperity calling.

If i can but that soft voice heed,
She offers what I am needing
and pushes me along my way.
To help, to love, while going.

And so I live out my life's days,
giving and not yet keeping.
Waiting again to to take Her hand
till night falls ever sleeping.

hand to heart

hands to heart

pain wracked. moving on. 
searing. never ending. 

I close my eyes and push on. 
seeing your face and asking

for some release from this anon,
and then the pain was fading. 

a mother's gentle touch and it was gone
and replaced by a love unfading. 

a hand held over heart so pained
a smile so soft, health regained. 

the touch of the Lady, so dear,
making life so abundantly clear

accepting Her into my life. 
holding. accepting. abandoning greiff.