Lead Kindly Light

Yes I look deeply at the flowers

I listen to their whispers,

I cherish every bloom

I gather for my room.

And as every season comes and goes

I love to share my joy,

even if I only send

a photograph to a friend,

the bloom will sing

and everything will be shining.

What I share with you today

is this absorbing Lilac Light

which called me over like a distant star

guiding and lifting my day,

each petal in the beauty way.

To be with Lilac is for me

the greatest joy

the softest smile

the gentle blessing as I pass by

fills my heart and scents the sky,

so as there is an angel singing

I hope my words will boost the bringing

of this simple star

from over here to where you are.

May kindly light be with you.

May you feel some comfort and know

how flowers have the answer to the question.

In quiet times,

all things come to pass,

may you know peace in your heart.

 

This was written with the Lilacs in my garden, October 2019

It was posted then to Come Blossom Come Fruit and

The Ones With Me, 2025.

"Immortality" by Clare Harner 1934

Do not stand


          By my grave, and weep.
     

I am not there,
          

I do not sleep—


I am the thousand winds that blow


I am the diamond glints in snow


I am the sunlight on ripened grain,


I am the gentle, autumn rain.


As you awake with morning’s hush,


I am the swift, up-flinging rush


Of quiet birds in circling flight,


I am the day transcending night.


     Do not stand


          By my grave, and cry—


     I am not there,


          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Above is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934

(page 16), under the title "Immortality" 

and followed by the author's name and location:

"CLARE HARNER, Topeka, Kan."[1]: 424 

The indentation and line breaks are as given there. 

 

Photo taken: Bee Porteous, 1.09pm, August 19, 2024.

Delicate, open bell-shaped pink flowers Azelea/Rhododendron

'Abundance of Beauty' -

'A beauty that blossoms abundantly and without reserve'. 

"Flowers and Their Messages" - The Mother

And So My Precious

We healed our hearts

when we touched our deepest pain,

and Yes, Dear Love,

in another world we will meet again.

 

You just keep slowly breathing in

in the hope to come

one day the breath will fade

and where you land will be safe,

and the faces looking deeply into you

will accept the life you walked this time,

and love and holding hands will bring

the peace you searched for all along

the pebbled ways you traveled on.

 

So My Precious, now I let you go

it was the way we trod upon,

it was the sky above that lead us on,

it was the flowers and the autumn leaves,

it was the breath of life from every tree,

it was our love of gentleness and gratitude,

now you and me, may truly see.

For a time we lost ourselves,

but in the final years we found

the silent places of sacred ground,

and strength of heart to let go,

to free-fall from within,

to see brighter lights behind the veil

where graceful healing angels sail.

(Written April 29, 2023)

 

Beaming Brightly

Sweet purple Crocus community

my heart is bursting

as I see you beaming brightly.

What if all the world did glow as you

so others feel contentment too

in the thrill and beauty of little things

we see and say

along the way everyday.

 

 

I Breathe Less

I breathe less.

I am breathless.

A thing where, I unconsciously, 'Hold my breath'.

 

For much of life this happened

as I was trying to 'keep up the pace',

just too busy to even take a breath of life.

So blood flows less and I retreat

to a place where I feel safe

from being there calling, 

for a chance to 'take a breather'

just to revive, and retrieve me.

Written With Cosmos radiance, on March 13, 2022 

Life brightly shining, as a Pink circle of 8 petals.

 

For Ruby Dean

Ruby, dear old friend,

when I was ten,

I danced for you.

 

Today you are way above

and camellias bloom outside my room.

Still I think of you.

 

Every red cardigan I see

shines like your face 

when we ran over to your place

to sing some songs to you.

 

You gathered red and white blooms

glorious camellias for our mother's room,

but she is now there with you,

and all of life shines through 

singing, dancing and flowers.

 

Yes Flowers Smile

Oh how lovely!

What a joy

what a treat

I am delighted to see

and certainly greet

your warm and smiling faces.