Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to Dance in the Rain!!: December 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

My Daily Prayer

My Daily Prayer

Sometimes it seems that the days are getting brighter with the night

swallowing the day. Lord, help me escape the darkness.

Sometimes is seems that the hours are getting longer with no

end to the madness. Lord, help me find the sanity.

Some times is seems that life is an uphill battle, with no

victory in the end. Lord, help find the peace.

Sometimes is seems the road is foggy with no destination

in sight. Lord, I'm lost, help me find my way.

I have stumbled on the path to righteousness.

Lord, lift me up and show me the light.

MRW

12/11/2007

Rain

I’m sitting in a crowded room and still I feel alone. I have the love of a wonderful family and still the tears fall like rain. All things seem to be going my way, and still I’m left in the cold. The cloudy skies and rain this day, make all things sad and gray. The cold and drizzle that continues, has turned all thoughts to bitter drops falling from the sky to soak me through and through. I’m standing knee deep in a puddle, yet my thirst for life can not be quenched.

I beg for sunny days and a cool breeze blowing the leaves, Lilacs and Honey Suckle fresh in the air. Waiting for signs of Spring to melt away the frigid feelings. Tomorrow the sun will shine and cast a glow over me. The damp thoughts will finally cease to fall.

MRW
12/21/2007

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Nightly Dreams

Nightly Dreams

We sleep, I dream, words come easy. I love you. Marry me. Have babies, we are soul mates, we can have everything. Ten years drift by twenty, then thirty, we are happy. We have out lasted time. A blurry fog of hours fade on and still I dream of love. You touch me tenderly, lovingly, passionately.

The sun rises, we wake, memories of words uttered before linger on thoughts of today. Remember this time, please, phrases said yesterday. We wake the sun is full. I look over,

our eyes meet, and all is the same. Alas, it was just a dream…

MRW
12/15/2007

Friday, December 14, 2007

Christmas Cheer

Christmas Cheer

Oh, it’s cold outside.
It’s December don’t you know.
The blizzards and cold winds chill from head to toe.
We’re up to our knees in frosty white snow, while
visions of salted drinks dance to and froe.

Lighted homes, wreaths, and snow angels are a plenty,
Snowflakes and snowmen, there’s far far too many.
Christmas trees and colored packages are that we see.
Alas, sun and sand is what should be.

Give me Palm trees and beaches every day of the year,
you can keep all this cold stuff you call Christmas Cheer.

MRW
12/14/2007

My Birthday

My Birthday

My birthday is soon to come, twenty nine I will be.
You’re approaching thirty, all my friends will say.

You’re getting OLD, they will all laugh.
No more fun and games for you, they will all say.

“You’re all older than me”, I will reply.. You’ve all the

passed the hump and are on your way to the hill.

Soon we’ll all be fifty, with walkers and canes at our sides.
No more pizza and wings for us, we’ll all be crying.

My nieces and nephews, will be saying grandma NO,

that’s Not how that works, help me please I will say, for

I’m old And don’t know the new ways.

Together we will climb the great Mountain of life,

laughing and singing all the way, Jesus is waiting for

us, to bless us this day.

MRW
12/06/2007

Pieces of Me

I am the soft breeze blowing on a Spring day, sunshine seen through the clouds, a rainbow of color on a sprinkled day. I am quiet and reserved, wild rarely seen. My eyes and smile seen on my boys. Modest me, simple inconspicuous Melissa, unnoticed by most. Beautiful Native, tattooed Hippy, hidden away, graceful and fancy saved for a special day. A Dragon Fly wafting along, predator, water searcher, and day lover. I am Athena, goddess of art and war. Heed my warnings, listen closely, I only speak when needed. Passionate, emotional, fiery, and fierce, girlfriend and mother. The many pieces of me.

MRW
03/03/2008

from "I Sing the Body Electric"

The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, that of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. The expression of the face balks account, but the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face, it is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists, it is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him, the strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth, to see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more, you linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

Walt Whitman

The Presence of Love

And in Life's noisiest hour, there whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, the heart's self-solace and soliloquy. You mold my hopes, you fashion me within; and to the leading love-throb in the heart through' all my being, through' my pulse's beat; you lie in all my many thoughts, like light, like the fair light of Dawn, or summer eve on rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake and looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, how oft! I bless the lot that made me love you.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that, the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Eulalie

I dwelt alone in a world of man, and my soul was a stagnant tide, till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride—till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less—less bright the stars of the night than the eyes of the radiant girl! That the vapor can make with the moon-tints of purple and pearl, can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most

un-regarded curl—can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt—now pain come never again, for her soul gives me sigh for sigh, and all day long shines, bright and strong, a star within the sky, while ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—while ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

Edgar Allan Poe

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand’ ring bark, whose worth's unknown,
although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to Dance in the Rain!!