Archive for the Spiritual Category

Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Philosophical, Spiritual with tags , on July 30, 2016 by blglick
Grief Unpacked Its Bags,
A Sudden and Unwanted Guest
With No Plans to Leave

Loss on Every Shelf
Sorrow in Every Drawer
Pain Beneath the Bed

We Could Not Quite Breathe
Wondering if That Moment
Might Not Ever End

But Time Does Still Pass
And Grief Turned Towards Us With
All Its Open Heart

And We Also Found
Among the Sorrow and Loss
A Shining Honor

The Consolations
Of Shared Memories, the Breath
Of Persistent Love

So It Turns Out That
This Life is not Perfect and
Grief is not a Guest

But Our Souls do Rise
To Every Occasion and
Our Hearts Will Reach Out

And We Will Carry
Honor, Memory, and Love
As We Find Our Way

Posted in Moon, Spiritual, stars with tags on April 5, 2016 by blglick

Look at the Moon and
Stars As If they Mean Something
And Perhaps They Do

Posted in Spiritual with tags on April 1, 2016 by blglick

It’s the Kind of Day
To Pray For Small Changes, to
Not be Moved Too Much

Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags , , on January 12, 2016 by blglick

Flung Forward By Time,
Willed Life Shattering Into
A Kind of Foundling

It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now

Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.

Posted in History, Spiritual with tags on November 24, 2015 by blglick
Frequently Surprised,
Still, By Joy, By Sadness or just
By Circumstances

In Memoriam, Joe DiJulio

Posted in Death, Love, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags , , on July 31, 2015 by blglick
He Has Gone Ahead
But You Must Tarry Here for
Some Little Longer

Between Now and Then
On That Long Bridge Between Loss
And Recovery

A Heavy Heart is
Still a Sacred Vessel Filled
With Enduring Love

Posted in Fog, History, Morning, Snow, Spiritual, Trees, Tri-ku with tags , on November 26, 2014 by blglick

A Morning Fog Floats,
Quiet as a Silent Prayer,
Into the Tree Tops

A Fog That Softens
All Sight and Sound and Maybe
All We Think We Know

Snowflakes Drifting Down,
Gently as Forgiveness, to
Shroud Every Sharp Edge.