Brokenness

Insurmountable restlessness

visits again

draining the soul

more evidenced now

than in earlier days

consumed by the beckoning

of one heart's journey

stirring memories of days past
when delicate snow flakes
drifted through the pines
blanketing the soul
a safety from
harsh words and thoughts
that echoed through the cold night

praying for understanding

of these times

needing the comfort of a soft hand

the peaceful rhythm of one's heartbeat

yet now love seems so absent

silenced by awakenings of the night

can you explain why the shallow waters

of a mountain stream flow

as freely as the wind

or why the trails burst with

dancing fragrant flowers?

yet the heart so pure and gentle

full of tender love

is left crying

alone to suffer in brokenness

the flowers are not left to mourn

in the fields

they live and spread their beauty

across the hills, down the valley

alive throughout God's creation

one can now only pray

when reminded

of the choices

made without Him

original 2006

donnamae

A little bit of Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

...Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

Love is Now

to love and be  loved so deeply  

that no
pain, no heartache 

of yesterday

could ever again mingle 

with the dark of night,

or torment the delight of new day

a pure inaudible pleasure of love 

waiting to dance on lonely lips 

 love never comes too late