The Beloved
In our Daily conversations,
our Wanderings,
There are words that come up
and Words that Fall Down.
There is a Life Lived between Sentences,
A fragrance in the Dots, the Pronouns,
the Fresh Morning Adjectives.
We speak of Love rarely in our Lives,
As though Love is a Four-Letter word,
discouraged through Generations of History,
Frowned-Upon by the Mentors of an
Technicality-Hungry culture.
The White Dove
The White Dove
and you’re afraid to take a chance,
It is then,
that the white dove,
waits,
on a branch
When a lonely child sings,
and the sound of freedom rings,
It is then,that the white dove,
spreads its wings
When a mother smiles,
as her newborn baby opens its eyes,
It is then,
that the white dove,
takes to the skies
When a tired old man sighs,
and a soldier breaks down and cries,
It is then, that you know,
the white dove’s, on the rise
When a broken heart opens its door,
and lets the voice of love roar,
It is then, that the white dove,
soars
When hatred dies,
and we stop with all the lies,
It is then,
that white doves,
fill the skies !
I actually wrote this as a song, but it does nicely as a simple poem also.
The Change into Self
I was speaking with someone and the topic of selfishness came up.
So I have a few things that have rambled through my head on this particular subject, and I wanted to jot them down, in case there was anyone who had an interest. Also because sometimes when you are too full, one needs to empty the glass so it can be cleaned and made useful for some other draught.
Being “selfish” is a big subject, as the self naturally tends to want to know itself. In the usual sense we have crammed the self with information and goods, till really it cannot stand alone as it naturally is, for it has so many attachments, like some massive octopus with all these suckers attached to its arms. Give me, give me, give me, has become the human beings main motto.
Read MoreTime Will Say
Time Will Say
By Melissa Gordon Rhine c September 2008
Time will say
the words
that neither you nor I
communicate
You know that love must win
either way
whether we decide this is the end..
or we find the inner strength to begin again..
time will say
Chorus
Patience has its own private toll road
History’s the price paid as the truth unfolds
in the natural order of living things
while changes spring in everything
Love won’t be intellectualized
in the fiery looks from familiar eyes
Love’s been there since my first sight of you
Since.. my first.. sight of you..
Bridge
Time has a language all its own
with dedicated lines we learn to follow it home
I hear the answers in the beating of my heart
I’d follow the road where we’d never part
This can go either way…
only time will say
Moments With You
Precious gazes pierce my mind
I remember every second
Cherished most among my time
Mastered laughter free with bliss
Showers of the sweetest kisses
Warmest memories coming through
It’s been a gift every single moment with you
Chorus
You taught me the meaning of love
The easiness and difficulty of
Standing strong when life calls upon you
With dignity I live a life in love with truth
Light of my life
It is my privilege
It is my privilege
To be true to my moments with you
I love you.