For Yourself

Maybe you were deserving before you took your first breath

Lovable despite messages instilled in your young, vulnerable mind

Worthy by default of your beautiful, humanistic heart

Capable as evidenced by the tenacity of your survival instincts.

You are always enough for those who matter most

In this world of never-ending chaos, you are a breath of relief,

And I wonder what would it would take to finally see your worth

For yourself?

Here

Here, dear soul, there is no need to be afraid

No hidden motives lie in waiting to ensnare

No ghosts drifting hauntingly through the halls

No past mistakes seeping from the moldy walls

No unexpected outbursts lurking under the bed

No blindsiding punches to anticipate with dread.

Here there is only the warmth of love and peace

Assembling broken hearts piece by wayward piece

With the soft reassurance of a ready, listening ear

And the brilliance of truth to chase out looming fears

Where the words that are spoken are kind and real

That your dear, gentle heart may find a reason to heal.

Golden Autumn

The world is golden outside

Like a bright confetti explosion

Of colorful, swirling, raining leaves,

Against the clearest blue sky.

What a perfect opportunity to escape

The heavy cares of mundane life

Just you and me staring up at the trees

Marveling how we managed to survive

To see the richness of these autumn days

When gold and nature collide.

A Heart Led

I could have remained numb

Trapped within a feelingless space

A soul resigned to deflated purpose

As skepticism eclipsed grace.

I could have closed my eyes to hope

Shutting out the warmth of light

Choosing suffering over regeneration

Abandoning growth for perpetual night.

I could have embraced the role of cynic

Convinced there is too much pain to feel

But then I would have missed the road

That led my heart to heal.

The Shadowy Road

I am an avid seeker of light,

But sometimes I veer off the sun speckled trails

Into the heart of the forest, unexplored and wild

With that unquenchable pull toward deeper insight

That only a journey through the dark can inspire.

There is nothing to fear on the shadowy road

The spookiest night cannot harm a determined soul

That knows its own course without needing light

Gathering up ghosts of haunted memories past

Breaking down the cobwebs of dysfunction at last

Illuminating darkness with each uncovered truth

Leaving a glowing trail of healing behind.

The Felt Sense

When we set aside the cacophony of racing thoughts

Sitting in the peace of stillness, silencing the chatter

Allowing the pressures of the external to temporarily fade

We can then listen to that quiet inner voice, the felt sense

It is there, dear soul, that a light glows in the dark

A knowing above all knowing, without any evidence

But the warmth and pull of our fervent hearts

Reminding us what matters on this adventure of life

Teaching us to trust in our souls’ calm, steady guidance

As it quietly leads us to that place we call home.

I have struggled to listen at times to this felt sense,

Choosing instead the harshness of cold facts and reality

Closing the door on the only reliable compass that I know

Which is my heart, dear soul, in all of its sentimentality

And when I can sit there in the quiet, listening softly

A light glows from within, awakening my doubtful soul

Pulling me up from my aching onto shaking feet

Whispering words of encouragement to try again.

Maybe it is in the intuitiveness of this sixth sense

That we hear, we finally hear, what we need the most

We see for the first time with a lens of clarity our life

We feel the way forward as if drawn toward light.