Our Cabin By The Lake

I woke to the sound of the rain                             

The gentle whisper of the wind

The rhythmic drops from the overhanging trees

As I lay, eyes closed, wrapped in your shirt

I realized that nothing could be more perfect

Than this one moment in time

I heard the rustle of pages turning 

As you read quietly by the window

I breathed in the light scent of your soap

Where your collar brushed my face

And I smiled

And snuggled deeply into the blankets

Knowing that I would remember this feeling

For the rest of my life

For our life

For evermore

 

 

 

 

I Want

I want

I want to be your warmth when you are cold

I want to be your light when the world seems dark

I want to be your reason to laugh when you are sad

I want to be the one who touches your hand when you feel alone

I want to be your calm when you are facing the storm

I want to be your wine when you are thirsty

I want to be your dream when you close your eyes

I want to be the one who touches your heart when you feel loved

I want to be your solace when others seem cruel

I want to be your strength when you are feeling powerless

I want to be your passion when the world stands still

I want to be the one who touches your soul in the moonlight

I want to be the one

I want

You

 

 

Tell Me

What do I tell my heart

When it no longer hears yours beating

What do I tell my skin

When it no longer feels your warmth

What do I tell my lips

When they no longer taste your breath

What do I tell my fingers

When they no longer touch your hand

What do I tell my eyes

When they no longer gaze upon your face

What do I tell my soul

When it no longer senses yours

Do I tell myself that you gave me as much as you were able

Do I tell myself that I should treasure the time we had because it was like nothing experienced before

Do I tell myself that I am blessed for having loved and been loved by you

Do I tell myself that the pain was unintentional and deeply regretted

Do I tell myself that we never meant for it to happen so we’re not to blame for closing our eyes to the fact that it HAD to end

Do I lie and tell myself that I will be okay

What do I tell myself

Oh God, what do I tell my heart

Tell me

Not Enough

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

It never will be.

I count the seconds until we meet.

I savor the minutes, the hours, the days we are together.

Then I mourn our time apart beginning with the very moment that you leave.

You are the beat of my heart.

The very breath of my life.

The anchor of my soul.

I love you.

I can’t say it enough.

I can never tell you enough.

But I always will.

 

Time

A heart is patient….it waits through time

“Til it meets the one that completes its rhyme

Another heart that feels the same

A loving touch to spark a flame

A matching beat…..a perfect measure

A rhythmic dance that two will treasure

Heart finds its soul….two become one

From dawn of day ’til time is done

A long embrace….sharing sighs

Completion found in another’s eyes

And when at last two souls embrace

A heart is home….it found its place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What If

Eloquent and powerful

An Open Letter to Shitty Husbands, Vol. 8

I found it refreshing to read something this intuitive about wives and marriage from the male perspective. I am one of those (ex) wives who is will someday be looking for one of those enlightened men. It was like you were writing my story.

Must Be This Tall To Ride

Boys and girls grow up pretending to not like each other while playing together on schoolyard playgrounds.

The Boys vs. Girls theme runs strongly through the elementary school social culture.

Boys like blue.

Girls like pink.

Boys like Army guys.

Girls like Barbies.

Boys like playing sports.

Girls like playing dress-up.

When we’re children, we seem to confuse common interest with friendship. Boys are mean! Girls are silly!

We wanted to be accepted by our peers, so most of us tucked ourselves neatly into these stereotypical gender roles. As we aged, we watched what the older kids were doing and we paid attention to the boy-girl relationships playing out on television which helped us morph into whatever we are today.

In many cases, despite our obvious differences, men and women tend to like one another. Many of the decisions we make are centered around the idea of partnering up with…

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Behind the Hedge

Beautifully written and a good Sunday message.

The Trees Speak My Name

The trees speak my name in a rustle and sigh

The clouds shape my pain as they rush on by

The lakes drink my tears where they fall as I cry

And my heart begins to heal

 

I dream the dreams that the rivers know

My heart soars along where the eagles go

It longs for the purity of  Winter’s snow

And my heart begins to heal

 

Maine’s natural songs are my solace, my ease

The strength of the mountains the cool of the trees

The timeless wisdom of the infinite seas

And my heart begins to heal

 

My own perfect haven, my “Songs From the Wood”

To speak of my heartache, to be understood

To be cleansed of my sorrow, love life as I should

And my heart begins to heal

 

As I feast on your beauty you quiet my soul

You whisper of newness in forests of old

You quietly calm me when I lose control

And my heart can finally heal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breathed My Last

When all my days have come and gone and I have breathed my last

I pray I’ve lived a life that’s full and not dwelt in the past

For I once saw a future bright and full of warmth and hope

But that is gone and now alone I struggle just to cope

With hate and tears and feelings that I never knew could be

I struggle to remember that before you there was me

A person strong and caring who could laugh and love and smile

A friend for life who in times of need would go the extra mile

The woman who you loved once was the one I need to find

Before the “us” that shattered me and left my heart behind

I have returned to home and friends, the people I once knew

They help remind this hurting heart that I am worthy too

And in those unexpected times when colors fade to black

When things occur that make me feel my heart’s under attack

I know that they will be there still to bring me back to “me”

The person whole and full of life – the one I choose to be

No longer sad and torn apart, no darkness in my life

A woman strong and loving not the shell that was your wife

I know that I can find myself and somewhere in that time

I’ll save my soul and heal my heart find rhythm to my rhyme

I look ahead to see the die no longer shadow-cast

And I will dream the dreams of love…

“Fore I have breathed my last