It Is Time

Tendrils of shattered dreams
Slipping through fingers
The tainted bubbles of yesteryear's days

Smile Little One
Face of Fair Child
Eyes of the Ancient

Wind borne tragedy
The sighs of night
Collapse upon the roots

Shine Young One
Flaxen crown woven of Gold
Feet fleet for Dance

Flame incited tempest
Creation trampled above
Seared wisps underneath

Sing Beloved One
Lips quivering bruised Lilly
Throat ivory Nightingale

Fragile prayer in hope
Pooling salted fears
Bitter barbs blooded

Stretch Aged One
Hands of gnarled Tenderness
Knees given Humility

Shield of faith upheld
Words distilled battling
Messages from beyond the gate

Stay Raised One
Form swathed Light
Beauty reflecting Perfection

Whisper of love remembered
Soul embraced belief
It Is Time.

It is time

"Take my hand; it is time," he whispered, his voice velvet soft. I knew he could not see my face in this dim light. Could not see the apprehension, the fear, and the confusion contorting my face like soggy cotton candy. My face hurt from it. I knew my tiny hand was reaching for his large bear paw of a hand, but I could not remember directing it to move, perhaps it was the way my breath refused to be caught. Maybe it was soggy cotton candy stuck in my lungs and throat. Soon as my shaking fingers touched his warm palm, the blinding light struck me...

Missed

Missed.... Ever think about that word? Take a moment and do so now...
How many different ways can you use this one little word?
Give it a try....

I missed the stair...
I missed you today...
I missed the bus/train/plane...
I missed the opportunity to ____________...

That last one gets me...

I missed the opportunity to show you how much you are loved...
I missed the opportunity to ask forgiveness...
I missed the opportunity to simply "be" with you...

So many ways to fill in the blank...


Now try this one...

Caught... Look at that little word and try again...

I caught a cold...
I caught your hand to hold it...
I caught your drift...
I caught you as you fell...

Again,the last one grabs me...

Falling off a ladder...
Falling from an unsteady sense of balance...
Falling from what is right...

Yeah, I have missed many things.
But, I have caught many things too.


Thanks for missing me;
thanks for catching me...


Loves to all & sundry,
Me