Archive for faith

Time

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2009 by 1writegirl

Where does
Redemption lie
If not
Within the heart

In the realm of
Second chances
Dawn to dusk then

Last chances

Faith in faith renewed

We’re given only
So much time
So many possibilities

Before what came before
Becomes that which
Overrides all hope
Of touching anything

More

Transcendence has
Its limits
Equal to the
Human heart

Finite in dimension
Despite immense intent

Restricted
By the darkness
Captured
Within the scope
Shot down
By the power

Of ticking
Treacherous

Time

A Rose Under the Snow

Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , , on July 14, 2009 by 1writegirl

My hand reaches to that place at the base of my throat
Where it is used to resting
And touching
And finding comfort

In a silver symbol of possibility
Given to me by someone
I believe in

The necklace is gone –

An act of defiance
A demand for respect
An entreaty to let go of the fear —

Yet its silhouette lingers
In little bursts of light
And long, tender dreams

Against the odds
A rose under the snow

My hand falls back
And lands by my side
Empty

And open

A Keeper

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 19, 2009 by 1writegirl

A Collection of Perceptions is going on hiatus for an indefinite period of time. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for stopping by to read my sometimes humorous, sometimes ponderous perspective on life. Those of you who have generously offered feedback have added a good deal to my repertoire in the realm of creativity. I hope you have enjoyed my company as much as I’ve enjoyed yours. I leave you with,  

A Keeper

There’s a motel in the desert of Arizona
That waits for me
For reasons I cannot explain to anyone

Least of all myself
Except to say that it is the last place
I can be sure I was loved completely

By the man I completely love

I will go there and I will pray
For the first time in my life

I will light incense and candles
And sprinkle stardust
I will consult with shamans far wiser
Than I

In the mysterious ways of the universe

I will pray for direction
For answers and guidance
To hard choices I know I must make

And I will pray that miracles really
Do exist

And that my heart
In the end
Is not blind

Or buried in the sand

But rather
As honest as it claims to be
When it tells me it talks to his

Faithful it its pursuit
Of that which it believes to
Be meant
Ultimately

A keeper.

After I Am Gone

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on June 17, 2009 by 1writegirl

In the space between our lips
In the time it takes to kiss me
Will you miss me
After I am gone

In the faint indentation
Left behind on your pillow
Will you bury your face
Will you breathe ever deep

The lingering essence of me

Will you trace the shape of my body
In the hollow crook of your arm
Will you remember how it felt to hold me there

In the rustling reedy wind
Will you hear my voice calling
My laugh an old tune that echoes in your head

Long after you have laughed it away

And on balmy summer breezes
Will you sense my caress
Will my warmth stay with you
Long past the chill of midnight

Will you miss my faith
Will you miss my hope
Will you miss my loathing
Of life with out you

Will you miss the way I look at you
and sigh the sigh of the gifted
To realize the bounty your breath bestows
To a heart so jaded yet daring by bewilder
Convicted of crimes it would not commit

In the end
When I’m gone
When all that remains
Is whatever you choose to remember

Will you miss me long enough
To wish I’d come back
Will you try and find me
Will you love me enough

Will you cry
When you realize

I am gone