poetry

Stardust

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Come drift with me tonight

As your drowsy eyes close

We will meet on serenity’s shore

where divine possibilities flow.

 

We will sail through the Milky Way

in our vessel of stardust and gold

then circle the moon

watching mysteries unfold.

 

When dawn rises with its

vision of new hope

we will remember the journey

is the reason we woke.

M Trimble

 

 

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Hindsight

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In 1989 my life changed forever. I did not realize yet, as I awoke from a coma, that I would never physically function the same again. I did regain walking with the help of adaptive aids but remained weak from nerve and muscle damage which remains. After I was home recovering I wrote the musings below but I have since learned hindsight is worthless except for beautiful memories. My life turned out to be wonderful with joy and successes I could have never imagined possible.

Every once in  while I drag this prose out because it now makes me smile that I have come so far in my ability to appreciate life with no regrets.

If 

If I would have known,

I would have ran one more time

I would have raced until the wind took my hair,

Until the landscape was but a blur

 

Until my muscles were used up with joy and exhaustion

My heart beat thundering in my ear

My skin glistening with sweat

My eyes burning from salt

I would have jumped with abandon

Every stump, every fence,

every moss covered rock

 

I would have hiked a lonely trail

And walked after dinner until sunset sent me home 

If I had known,

I would have ran one more time.

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Pearls

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Pearls 

Life besieges us with trouble and

sometimes with strife

and we often wonder how our endurance

will last through this life

 

The further we go the

the steeper the hills

so we use our faith from within

and push on with iron will

 

Even though the friction wears us

we are honing our skill

each lesson a pearl

spun from courage instilled

 

Life marches on as we string

one pearl at a time

transforming our spirit

from the wisdom we find

 

Someday we cross over and

the Angeles will sing

as they see the beautiful pearls

We carry on wings.

M Trimble

Wisdom

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Guide your children with love,

Courage and strength

but remember it is their Journey in the end

Know that life has many storms

but also know it has many rainbows

Count your blessings every day

Forget your regrets

Honor nature and learn it’s wisdom

for it can teach you everything

Read and learn from books

but trust your own intuition

Go within yourself to find your way

but don’t linger there long enough to forget

Keep close to your family in good times and bad

for they are the Soul’s that have come here to help you

Live your life with purpose even if you don’t know what it is

Remember that others have a purpose even if

they don’t know what it is

Pray for strength to pull you through what is

Don’t pray for outcome of what is not

Remember you are only visiting Earth

Leave your essence so the Angels will know you were here.

M Trimble

The Seeker

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I AM THE SEEKER,

I HUNGER FOR THE TRUTH,

I AM THE SURVIVOR,

I THIRST FOR THE CHALLENGE,

I AM THE WALKER AND THE WATCHER,

THE OBSERVER AND THE OBSERVED,

THE STORY TELLER AND THE STORY,

I AM ENTRAPPED AND I AM FREE,

I AM THE UNIVERSE

I AM ME.

M TRIMBLE

Wonderment

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Where will I be when I’m 93?

Will I live with grace and dignity?

Will the world be at peace?

Will my struggles be gone?

Will love come with ease?

Will my journey be long?

Will the storm still excite me?

Will nature still sooth my Soul?

Will I live free?

Will my life be truly told?

Where will I be when I’m 93?

Will I still remember me?

 M Trimble

Listen For The Little Bird

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To start off the beginning of this year I wanted to share my favorite poem from Carl Sandberg. Poetry is a personal contact with its author. When you read poetry you are taking the same breath, the same rhythm as the creator that wrote it. In this particular piece it is not only inspirational but if understood deeply, also ethereal. May this new year bring many soft and velvet days of introspection.

 Carl Sandburg

And it won’t help any, it won’t get us anywhere

it won’t wipe away what has been

nor hold off what is to be

if you hear me saying

love is a little white bird

and the flight of it so fast

you can’t see it

and you know it’s there

only by the faint whirr of its wings

and a hush song coming so low to your ears

you fear it might be silence

and you listen keen and you listen long

and you know it’s more than silence

for you get the hush song so lovely

it hurts and it cuts into your heart

and what you want is to give more than you get

and you’d like to write it but it can’t be written

and you’d like to sing it but you don’t dare try

because the little white bird sings it better than you can

so you listen and while you listen you pray

and one day it’s as though a great slow wind

had washed you clean and strong inside and out

and the little white bird’s hush song

is telling you nothing can harm you,

the days to come can weave in and weave out

and spin their fabrics and designs for you

and nothing can harm you–

unless you change yourself into a thing of harm

nothing can harm you.

 

I give you the little white bird–

and my thanks for you hearing me–

and my prayers for you, my deep silent prayers.

Carl Sandberg—

“little word, little white bird”