Sitting all alone
In my house for the first time
Believing it’s real.
Sitting all alone
In my house for the first time
Believing it’s real.

You were ev’rything
To me. Sun, moon, heat, light and
Shadow. Also that.
Where light could not reach
You crept, with distorted truth
Filling the dark space.
Dazzling me, like light
I could not discern, at first.
I dreamed it was real.
You laughed, suffusing
Darkness disguised with strange glow
Sorrowful aching.
It’s taken me time
To eradicate your gloom
You’re strong in your fear.
But only light can
destroy the darkness, so go.
You can’t hurt me now.
You also can’t change
My belief in love’s power.
Still, I can see you.
Love needs no reason
to be unconditional.
Always, and all ways.

In a silent house
His laughter still fills the air.
Love knows no distance.

Connections buzzing
In my ear, letting me know
They can’t be broken.
Life is vibrating
in unison with my heart
Dreams manifesting.
Intentions are set
Feel the energy flowing
Living like water.

Craggy mountain face
Rises from the earth, scrapes sky
Take my breath away.

Endless plains of grains
Bountiful yield Mother Earth
Hunger should not be.
By Deborah E. Bedrick
Picture taken by me, somewhere in the midwest. 1000’s and 1000’s of miles of scenery like this, farms growing food. I feel like no one should be hungry, there’s food enough for all. If only money never entered the picture, and we just cared for one another.

Tears bleed from my eyes
As the child becomes a man.
So much has happened.
The time to let go
Is never good, nor easy.
Twenty-four years, blinked.
Ours, a few short years.
I pray I’ve done my job well.
Stand back, watch him fly.

White wine and pretzels,
Surrounded by boxes filled
With sweet memories.

Tentative, she steps
Unsure, insecure, trying
To expel the fear.
She has no answers
Only questions, plaguing her
Incessant silence.

Gliding in moonlight
Floating with sun in my eyes
Pliable, content.
Riding on ebb tide
Let the water carry me
Trust it knows its way.
Old pain receding
Water soothing my tired soul
Renewing my joy
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
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