Here Comes April

Can you tell that it is coming?

Awakening just around the bend…

That season of life renewed and breaking free

A time for energy of regenerated surprise

It marks another year of my life

There is color and vibrancy ushered in

Like dancing into our lives as a lively girl

April twirls and glides about

With grace and gentleness such power springs forth

The sensations of birth and love

Even nature displays and enjoys

In all its tenderness such change comes about

With elation, with passion

April gives of love through life

Like a fire gives the warmth of light

Change is welcomed as pleasurable

When it is April that exudes its charms

An enchantment of grace-giving life born

That intoxicates us with mysterious awe

Enthralling while liberating

From fears and hibernating death

April is always coming,

Our receiving does not deem if it gives its best.

A Lesson Learned…

The roots of a strong and fruitful tree grow silently and unseen.

In the same way, most of the important lessons we learn for ourselves are to be treasured up and pondered in our heart.

And in time, we bear fruit that we can share with others.

For doesn’t fruit sound better than lessons learned?

Listening to Lightning

I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning,

So sweetly to the heart.

So unexpected and out of this world,

A gift I wasn’t even expecting,

Not expecting in this way, surprised.

From outside of myself and bigger than life,

Larger than me and greater than imaginable,

It flashes shockingly, it startles and inspires.

So amazing, so touching,

Even though not felt physically,

Amazing, wondrous how something seen,

Can be heard so literally.

Revelation, inspiration, answer to prayer.

Presence and company to lonely wonderings.

Struck by lightning straight into my heart…

I hear from seeing and feel from being,

Remarkable and maybe the voice of God.

Wonderfully Perplexed

No answers, no assurances, no guarantees that I can see

Just wonderings and questionings, active curiosity.

Sometimes being still, sometimes listening, sometimes speaking

Is when I contemplate deeply, searching and seeking.

There’s insight, revelation, explanation to things unseen

It occurs on occasion, understanding fills my being.

There’s quiet, silence, waiting is harder than it seems

It stands between us and a reality, remaining like a dream.

What is the more rewarding, satisfying and growing

With our thoughts, inner-searching and exploring?

Looking around, seeing and feeling, facing unknowns out there

Leaves us wondering and questioning, tending to stare.

Asking aloud, asking ourselves, asking to simply ask

Can be unsettling, with its silence and no given task.

Nothing to do, nothing to act on, being back at the start

Just to listen, wonder more, causing us to look in our heart.

Perplexed…is what this feels like, perplexed…it works like art

Perplexed can be beautiful, wonderfully perplexed speaks of your heart.

It’s not about the Answers

I see them suffering, I hear their woes,

Listening to their hurtful souls.

They’re venting to me, being vulnerable,

Longing to be heard, understood.

I hear and relate, I can understand,

My heart feels for my friend.

To be set free, not hurt but overcome,

Is what we both want for them.

And I hurry to say, I feel it rise up in me,

I know the answers for you.

Yet when I speak , they still do not see,

They tell their story again, more.

But I have the answers for you, I think,

Let me try to tell it differently.

Then it dawns on me, I have to let go,

I’ve been in their shoes before.

Many times hurting, crying for answers,

Yet actually needing more.

A friend to be there, caring, listening,

Some words can be okay too.

There can be answers, yours may be mine,

I’m sure some see them when I don’t.

Yet we all need another journeying with us,

As we walk through what we feel.

Maybe it’s not about the answers,

It’s the actual search for them,

And who stays beside us as we seek.




What a feeling, what could this be?

It weighs, it feels like throbbing deep inside…

Yet sweet and pure, delightful and divine.

With it comes joy like an ascending high,

That does not crash, just slowly, perfectly crescendos.

With steadiness and substance, while invisible and unseen…


I simply feel so happy, contentment it must be.

Amazing how it feels so strong it seems to take care of me,

More real than what is around me because it’s springing from inside…

Gravitas to the extent that it must be put to words,

Or sometimes just sat in, contemplated with reverent silence…


Love is there although calling it that seems obvious, it feels so lovely,

It is not being in love and does not depend on another, just myself and God…

From within and all around, I’m aware there’s nothing I can do or not,

To separate me from God, from Love, from this contentment that abounds.


No matter what troubles exist, despite other realities around,

This amazing feeling is more than feeling, like a supernatural gift.

I do not always feel it but the more I do, its existence is not doubted…

And it just feels so good.

Wrestling with God


I find myself uncomfortable and I know I’m not at ease.

I recognize I’m fighting something, my stubbornness is apparent to me.

My efforts, my work, all the things I run around and do,

Don’t seem to accomplish much; there’s still always so much more to do.

Frustration has set in and I neglect to just be at peace,

Because I know what I truly want, yet I do things that don’t achieve them.

I’ve been trying to “be still”, to withdraw from busyness.

And I find that it is in my blood and nature and is hard to come off of.

I’m attracted to being busy, to doing it all on my own.

I’m fighting with myself and wrestling with God,

Like a cranky child only seeing that my blocks have fallen and I spilled my milk.

No…there is a reason for being still, there is a danger in staying busy…

I resign and simply surrender to God, realizing in my fits,

That wrestling with him is welcomed and he’ll participate,

But boy, it’s exhausting only for me and when I end up being still from tiredness anyways,

I see that either way God is at work for me and God always is.