On this day I sit in the quiet, meditate on the sound Of my own breathing; aware of the rise and fall of my chest The way my heartbeats and slows down as I drift away I reflect and I vow not to deny events or the people That tore at the fabric of who …
Tag: Mary
Waiting
Darkest of the night when spoken simple words ...my love the light lands perfectly You have the face of an angel Saving grace and all that we were taught in stained glass cathedrals Ceilings reaching out grabbing hold of the heavens with windows that bleed Holiest of waters pouring onto the faithless Color soothes the soul for sinners and not …
Fisherman’s Walk
Fisherman Walk All the battles that rage around us hands of the clock never stop and we step forward with the hope and promise that what we believe to be true is coming from a higher power and not just the back pocket of some man with a plan and a fetish for fame and fortune – or what …
Baby’s Breath
Baby's breath tiny petals white love drips down weary cheeks yellow and red lights glimmer in the dark sterile halls Hippocratic Oath prevails shifting tides turn thoughts lack of conviction comes into question whispered words of God and Mary secret prayers said in silence bended knee head bowed to the almighty beads slip through fingers …
Trilby Yates 