Birds Are Singing, Bells Are Ringing

As I live this Christmas week

I pray for all

who love and seek,

for all the ones

on this dear earth

who need some song

who yearn for mirth,

for love and peace

for sharing now

for living, breathing

and caring how,

for melody

and harmony,

for the beautiful voices from the skies,

for all who live

and all who’ve died.

May love surround

and fill our hearts,

may oneness bring

us back to start,

to live and breathe

and join the spirits

who surround us in our every day

and call us over

when our time has passed,

the only truth

that ever lasts

is love

and song

and other worlds

with voices singing

as bells are ringing

and faith and hope

are blessings true

which come to us,

me and you.

So in this Christmas-time we have

may peace be with us

and gratitude true,

may you love me

and I love you.

May lights be bright,

may heaven be high

as blue comes down

and blue comes through,

heavenly blue

with lightest white,

may clouds of wonder

and pure delight

bring 2014 calmly in

and may you know this

and know to bring

all your love to share around

with all of us

on earth our ground.

May light, bright hope

and songs bring faith

and times will tell

and bells will ring

and yes we’re here at the beginning.

Fill us up with love and cheer

and compassion, contentment

and a bright new year.

Come Blossom Come Fruit

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Strawberry Cream and Rose Petals

On a country walk

through a hillside town

I found the red roses

as I was strolling around.

At first,

I just took a photograph

as I looked at the mass

of beautiful flowers

and thought to keep going

as I’d been walking for hours.

But the rose

gestured to me,

come closer and see

the heart of my colour

is like no other

symbol of romantic love

and yet,

you see,

more in me.

What I see

when I look at you

is a glorious full bloom

with a golden centre

and that is unusual

and stepping aside

from the symbol of roses

that flows on the tide

of passion and joy

and the romance of Spring

this bright colour

may also bring

more to each day

in a universal way,

that helps us to find

a sharing of minds.

I will go further

and express even more,

the depth of brotherhood

we all could explore.

Would we share with a stranger

our soup on the stove,

would we walk one mile further

to show that we care

there are people around

who feel lonely and lost,

will we take them a rose

to help them to find

more examples that locals

may also be kind.

So as I go along

on this ‘Neighbour Day’

I have greeted three strangers

in a friendly way……

The schoolgirl with the smile

and homework to do,

the boy on the bicycle

who was exuberant too,

and the lady in sneakers

out walking her road,

she’s almost home

and is now somewhat tired,

but still, very cheerful

to see me in town

and perhaps ‘the Friday feeling’

was dancing around.

So Red Rose

will go

into a beautiful vase

and sit on my desk

as a tribute to

the smiles of strangers

the strength of ‘Hello’

the sunshine this day

and Spring flowering displays.

So I have fresh strawberries

to serve with rose petals,

having just had a coffee

in the Red Door Food Store

where I copied a recipe

from the High Tea Cookbook……

it was for Strawberry Cream

and delightful it looked,

so delighted I will be

to serve it with scones

and a cup of black tea.

So let’s enjoy

life as it is

the simple pleasures

are serendipitous gifts

to widen our smile

and surely uplift

small encounters

on little adventures

through the path of this day

and my pleasure to see

Rose’s beautiful display.

(Written with a single red rose whilst walking in Balhannah, South Australia on October 25, 2013)

Seeking Your Shelter from the Storms

I came to you

on the westerly wind

and then with this gale force,

caught I was

under the wiper blades,

and noticed by you

in the garage shade.

Not many folk

would look at me

and immediately

think there’s a verse to write,

so bring me indoors

from those gusty frights.

I have been most everywhere,

but in the quiet

I will share

something for you

to tell a few

observant ones

who may wish to

change their ways

on blustery days.

Stay indoors

as windy squalls

have a way of battering

your peace of mind and many things…..

They say, go another way,

make your choices, everyday.

If I had been in a protected place

I would not have needed

to hide my face

and blow every which-way.

I may have had a calmer day.

When you look at life

and some stormy plights,

you may wonder why it was

you,

who was ‘blown away’,

when other folk

could just stay

calmly centred

and live to tell

a happier tale

of a natural force

which pushed them on

and through divorce.

Whether it was a surprise

depending on the troughs

or hilly rise,

I think the time

to think ahead

is when you arise

first light from bed.

Pay some attention

to which way the wind is blowing,

listen to your inner knowing.

If, for example, you wonder why

storms blow often

in the camp you lie,

roll your swag

and catch the bus,

leaving town at your earliest,

flying the nest

is intuitively wise

for what is best.

Never ignore the early signs

of storms approaching,

six foot swells

or possibility of the darker wells.

So I am somewhat puzzled this evening

that a brown Eucalyptus leaf

is giving meaning

to some restrictions and stormy cycles,

or places to go not there,

choose a calm and sunny day

when deciding what is best for you,

protect yourself and trust you will,

find a kinder place to rest

choose a partner who passes the test

of patience, compassion and the temperament

to allow you peace

and a quiet corner with a garden seat.

So I have a message here from the gale

blowing through all outside

who and where,

how and what,

calling to me now safe inside……

Life may bring gusts your way,

shelter from the storm,

choose your peace and a gentle breeze

and life will foster all your needs.

Listen to your inner self,

do not stay

where you are valued least,

cross that bridge to greener grass

and find friends who cherish you

as your life matters,

indeed that’s true.

Written on October 16, 2013.

This verse surprised me, as it is different to my usual inspirations.

The leaf was calling a warning for me to share.

We all need a safe place to rest and grow, and I don’t know, but if this may resonate with you, leave soon for safety that honors you.

Cherish yourself.

Translucent Blue For You

This is The Bearded Iris that I wrote about on my previous post. I love this colour.

Simple Gifts

I love your colour

your fragrance too

that is as subtle

as your heavenly blue…

If all the world

was soft and lovely

and all of life

was calm and happy,

what a wonderful world would be

everywhere for us to see.

And every one would enjoy

the simple gifts that nature brings,

all the songs the birds do sing,

and what I feel enthuses me

so I wish we all

may have this view

of a delicate bearded Iris like you.

But if you live in lands that are

not conducive to such treasures

then appreciate

those gifts you have there

that nature brings to share.

A buttercup, a bee

or something beautiful to see.

Maybe, anywhere you look

sacred geometry fills your view

as looking closely brings you in,

to witness plants or grains of sand,

pebbles, grasses or rocks on land.

Open wide, to absorb inside

all there is gifted you

to bring awareness into your present

and gratitude for life within it.

(Written with translucent mauve-blue Bearded Iris flowers)

Butterfly Kisses

Although you have gone on

ahead of me

I am relieved

your body’s free

of pain

and blindness

and difficult cycles

and what we remember

now

is peace surrounds

and all above

is showing me

you are walking easier

and seeing again

and we will meet up

when

I pass over to the other side

there we’ll be

happily

devoted again

as loyal as true

companions we were

me and you.

Every time I see a butterfly

I know,

like when three days ago,

one landed on my fingers

you were around

‘blowing kisses’

(Written on September 8, 2013, which was five days after my dear and lovely, blind Greyhound died.)