Category: Poems
My heart is free
Written on Thursday, October 21, 2021





Clouds send rain
I walk with speed
to keep warm
Leaves blow in a
diagonal in front of
me.
Poplars whoosh and bend
dogs bark at each other as
I sip water
and stand near
a parked boat.
My boat is on the waves
they’ve settled
and it bobs up and down
as I relax
from the tempest.
My heart is free
in wide open spaces
not crowded and
suffocated by
cement and trains.
I look for
the snow geese
in the sky
as I sip my decaf.
Life is not as smooth
as my peanut butter
on toast
but surely it is as
sweet as the
homemade roasted
plum jam
from a friend.
I praise the Lord
for this day!
Hope in My Step

Me: Why does sadness come to me so often?
Great-Grandma: Emotions are a gift like the tide for the ocean.
Me: It hurts my heart to miss loved ones.
Great-Grandma: They are very close to you. Fear not.
Me: I long for heaven without suffering.
Great-Grandma: Keep moving on your journey. You will get there. Enjoy life’s path.
Me: All of it?
Great-Grandma: All of it.
I walked with hope in my step after that.
I sat in the garden and saw the whole world. A butterfly, buds, birds, cats, spiderwebs, rotting wood, sun and spirit.
Unknown
A conversation with my late Ojibway Great-Grandma
Inspired by the book Embers One Ojibway’s Meditations written by Richard Wagamese

Me: What if I fail?
Great-Grandma: The Creator is within you. You will not fail.
Me: How do I not let fear hold me back?
Great-Grandma: You have opportunities to trust in your destiny of gold. Believe with all your heart.
Me: But how?
Great-Grandma: You are not alone.
I walked with peace towards my goals after that.
If there be one thing…

If there be one thing for me to leave in the world. It would be a legacy. A legacy of love.
I hope my words remain etched in the fabric of life.
Stories unfold and rest in the bosom where memories are treasured.
I hope my stories become prayers, become hopeful living.
I try to be true, honest and light. There is pain and trial. With God there is might. His love never leaves me dry for long. The pen flows freely. If I sit here, a song.
Letting go and diving in
I am a woman of the sea coast
Finding calm, sandy bare feet
Breathing in salty air
Constant crash of waves on the shore
Letting go and diving in
Swimming to the sway of seaweed
Stretching out and floating on my back
Hoping I can heal like that
Lunch on the Patio
A poem inspired by the Japanese form of Haibun Poetry, combining prose and Haiku.

Moss covers the old shed
beside the laden cherry tree
In the neighbour’s yard
Grey squirrel climbs tree
Branches sway under the sky
Shiny cherries hang
Pink peonies fill
A tall vase
Below the stairs
By the light switch
Near the door
Landlords cabin bound
Flowers a gift of kindness
From their own garden
Rooftops of Mount Pleasant homes
Clouds and trees are views from the patio
Tortillas and guacamole
Nourish stomachs at lunch
Wind makes the trees dance
Orange slices refreshing
Senses come alive
Air
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In between
her ragged
breaths of air,
She knew
her lungs
would fill
again,
because her
God cares.
A Prayer for Healing

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