Today is my day
To live, to love, to enjoy.
It’s yours too, my friend.
How will you spend it,
This gift, a glorious day?
Let yourself feel love.
Don’t let the pain steal
From you the joy that is yours.
Your birthright, my friend.
Let the pain transform
You, more lovely than before.
Don’t let it own you.
Feel it til it’s gone,
Then see who you really are.
Rise, my friend, rise strong.
Three weeks of work left.
Holy cow! It’s happening!
I’ve never not worked.
Not since age 19
When I was in school, felt free.
I only worked summers.
In 3 weeks I’m done.
A week later, head out west
with my son, I’m scared.
In 5 weeks, I’ll move
Myself. My life. So scary.
So exciting too.
At times, think I’m nuts
to do all this, at this age.
But is there a choice?
No, there’s not, for me.
So onward, to warmer climes
And easier life.
Feeling joy rising.
Peace is happening, starts now
Love is forever.
Sunlight on my face.
Eyes closed, deep in gratitude.
Life is beautiful.
I saw him walking
I recognized his swagger
The obtuse posture.
Never understood
What I was trying to say
Nor did he want to.
Seeing him loping
From a slight distance, I knew
It was him, and smiled.
Wondered what story
He listens to now, or tells.
Mine is still the same.
Love always and all ways.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
Hot water heaters,
cracks in the foundation, sigh….
Selling a house sucks.
I know you’re afraid
That the fears crawl up your spine
Closing your frail heart.
I know shadows creep
Through the corners of your mind
And threaten your soul.
I’m here for you, then.
When the darkness surrounds you
I’ll hold your scared hand.
When hope has run off,
And misery stares you down
Reach for me, I’m here.
You’re never alone
Unless you choose solitude.
I’ll be standing by.
You may not see me,
You might think I’ve disappeared.
I haven’t, I’ll be there.
Whisper my name then,
When life has abandoned you.
Reach out, I’ll be there.
Greed, I despise it.
Living from fear, fear of lack.
Take from those who need.
How can someone fear
So much? It boggles the mind.
A sad way to live.
Love your fellow man.
If he’s hungry, please feed him.
No shoes? Give him yours.
Love him, give to him.
Give to acknowledge having.
Grateful you’ve enough.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Image from Google Images
Groundhog in the grass
Nose to the earth, tail switching
Bountiful feasting.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
‘Twas a reminder
He existed for awhile
As the man I loved.
I’m happy to know
There was good reason to love
Then. He was worthy.
Outside, in the dark
Storm clouds blown by boastful winds
Race across my heart.
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