In the shadow of love
is the aching
of fear.
And I hold you,
love.
I hold you
and your beautiful tears.
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Beautiful Tears
Tag: Soul
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The Angel There
As the ice drips
from this frozen heart,
here grows the beauty
of feelings gone by.
How I remember you,
dear echo of friendship.
How clear it has become that
kindness
was the angel there.
Hush, dear soul,
there is no need to question
the aching sorrows.
For they are there,
as is the joy;
two faithful companions
on the road to somewhere
and nowhere.
Oh, dear soul.
It is true there are questions
unanswered,
doors left unclosed.
Listen to the wind and you will see
there are no doors
truly
to close.
Only the ever drifting whispers
of impermanent life.
Always moving.
Never arriving.
My, dear soul.
Yes, we are weary.
Yes, we shall row into the sunset
as one.
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Each New End
Life is a story I tell myself.
And I daren’t tell it wrong
for fear of the unhappy ending.
But what is unhappy?
And what is an ending
if a beginning is found
on the other side
of each new end?
The wind, I think,
is peace.
The breath of the earth.
The song of the trees.
And we will bathe in her softness,
today,
and every day.
The wind, I think,
rolls all days into one.
May she catch us
and show us
the truth in her song.
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Kissed
How beautiful to see your tears
and know your soul
has been kissed
by music.
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Home On The Wind
And today I built a garden.
I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece.
And today I met my soul again,
today I knew my home.
How blissful to find home on the wind.
How dear to follow the heart
where she leads.
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The Absolute Truth
I know the words I’ve spoken are true;
they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind.
Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan.
The absolute truth is unmistakable.
I know
I know
the absolute truth.
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I Am Home
I’ve lit a candle.
Classical piano plays.
I have coffee sitting beside me.
I am home.
Oh my goodness I am home.
The world is busy. The noise, sometimes far too loud.
But there is such beauty and softness in the quiet places.
Let the quiet places sing to your heart, always.
It is my dearest wish for you.
My dearest wish.
All my love.
xx Brooke
In waking dreams I see the past
and feel it waltzing me
down a sweet, sweet road.
Oh, darling days gone by.
How lovely to feel you tickle my bones.
How lovely to remember the depths
that sang to my aching soul.
Always, I will remember the nectar
of those darling days.
Never again will their shadow
remain hidden
by choice.
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