Gratitude Of A Wounded Soul

A wounded soul

has danced a thousand tangos,

in ballrooms under the stars

and in gutters under an

orange and crimson sky.

A wounded soul

has wept a thousand tears

swords and spears

punctured and pierced

it's spirit,

it has nursed cuts 

and healed scars

along the way.

A wounded soul is kind

from surviving the battle.

A wounded soul comes from

a  place where sorrow lived.

It does not know fear for itself

but it feels it for others.

It knows hunger and pain,

solitude and abandonment.

It knows forgiveness 

and loss in an intimate way.

A wounded soul sees beauty,

and possess it deep within.

A wounded soul knows gratitude,

bleeding while gasping for a 

breath of air.

A wounded soul knows gratitude

for the sacred moments of love

and ordinary magic.

A wounded soul does not search

for purpose,

it has one.

A wounded soul does not 

let strangers define it,

it follows it's 

inner compass,

with grace

 and glory.

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My Wish

The vultures stood tall

on the clock tower,

looking ominous on

that gray rainy day.

I wondered who had

they come for.

Had they come for me,

was it time for

confession and redemption. 

Was it time for the soul

to be naked and exposed.

I'm not afraid to die,

there's an army of angels

waiting for me,

holding lanterns in the dark,

shining a light through the path

of eternity.

I'm not afraid to die,

but I am afraid to leave you.

I'm afraid your soul

will saturate

with pain

and that your laughter will cease.

I fear that my arms

won't stretch long enough

for you to feel my embrace.

I fear that you would think 

I left you,

that I failed you.

I'm not afraid to die,

but I fear that no one

will love you the way I do.

  I wish for you to live,

I ask you to inhale the universe

and be one with it.

Peel the layers of life

and taste the sweet nectar. 

Skip through the stars

and rejoice in every small miracle

that disguises itself as ordinary.

Awaken your senses

and open your heart,

that is what I wish for you

my love.

This poem is dedicated to my boys. (yes, you too babe)

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Grace

Grace is found in the ocean

on waves full of purpose and intention,

waves that linger like an old memory

leaving salt on our skin.

Grace is found in confinement,

when light dances through shadows

and hope drifts through the walls.

Grace is found when you've lost 

your way in the universe and

you find a lighthouse to guide your way.

Grace is found in nursing a bird with a broken

wing and watching it as it flies away.

Grace is found in a wildflower

blooming on the side of a majestic mountain.

Grace is found in holding the hand of someone 

you love while they take their last breath.

Grace is found in giving your heart completely

without reservation or hesitation.

Grace is found in the taste of coffee

when migraine robs you of your sleep

and you are grateful

that you did not die 

while fighting the battles of life

when you thought you were invincible .

 You wrestled with demons,

while you were hungry to live

in the moment.

You learned hard lessons 

when your hand was in the fire,

in the burn you

found truth,

you found courage,

you found grace.

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My Angel

The morning after Halloween ,

the leaves were scattered

on the ground,

the air was crisp,

the sky was a glorious blue.

I caught a glimpse

of Bella,

My heart stopped for a moment,

my thoughts caught up .

The beautiful Shorthaired Pointer,

walked with grace,

intention,

and beauty.

My heart longed for 

you Angel.

Your brown eyes filled with 

promise and pure love.

Your floppy ears swung

as you chased lizards and butterflies.

You ran in the fields,

you danced,

you looked for the light in our eyes

and you listened to our tender words.

You swam on endless summer days,

the sound of cicadas in the air,
you watched the fish swim by.
Our heart full of your memory
the life we shared.
Forever you will be remembered
and loved.



Our dear German Shorthaired Pointer passed away on February 2010. She was an amazing dog and a part of our family. I wrote this poem after seeing Bella, a neighborhood dog. Every time I see her my heart stops for a second because for that second I think it's Angel. Please join us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.