Hope Floats
Hope floats
Like a wish upon the wind
Carried through time and light and stars
To where the magic begins
(c) Louise Heyden, Friday 13 May 2011
Song of the Unconditional
On a shore, in a nook sheltered from the icy clutch of the winds,
I huddle down for warmth, and stare at the waves.
My thoughts turn to you, as they always do, and I wonder where you are right now.
And what, or who, your thoughts are for.
On a hill, in the breeze, I breathe the scent of the air and feel lighter,
My skull still reeling from the heady ascent, all for this view.
Was it worth it? Of course. For the silence, the beauty, the birds,
And for the precious moments in which I can lose myself
In thoughts of you.
Sometimes, when I’m lonely, I think that I need you.
Then I remember that I need for nothing, it is only illusion making us feel
Like we need anything more than what we’ve got
For He provides for us all, and discriminates not, but for what we fear.
And sometimes, too, I feel like I might fear you
Were I to meet you, elusive soul mirror of mine.
I might fear your rejection, or your all-encompassing love
Should I run for my freedom
Or offer my life for you to share?
In a field, I’m fed visions, from beneath a nurturing willow tree,
Where my world is peace, and no one can touch me there.
I see you then, brown eyes smiling, and I dance ‘neath the tree with children laughing,
In a future, foretold me by angels.
In my room, I am silent, but for the delicate ringing of Heaven in my ear,
And I wonder for my sanity, or clarity, depending on your view.
Would you love me? Of course. For is a child of our Lord not wholly loveable?
It is but fear that keeps us from our paths, so I give unconditional love now to you
So that you may find yours.
Sometimes, when I’m perfectly still, I can feel you.
Though you are not there, and you do not know me, I think that your heart sees
And feels through the stars and the heavens
All that is promised us by angels, and dancing voices, and by God.
And sometimes too, when I am walking, I have your presence
Like gossamer wings of a fae child, you breathe
And I know you, and you me, and our hearts dance
And sing to the Heavens
Would you offer your life for me to share?
(c) Louise Heyden, January 2004
Pick-Me-Up
When you are tired and weary
And your light is growing dim
Remember to breathe
And take with each breath an angel
To replenish and illuminate
And so let the only draining
Be the draining of that apathy
And float among the stars
Until your feet can again tread water
And bring your soul to shore
(c) Louise Heyden, January 2004
Promise and Understanding
Watch the ocean
Chase the shore
Escape away
Come back for more
And so let me
Run free and light
Then I'll come back
Before the night
(c) Louise Heyden, January 2004
The Stirring of Dragons
Tomorrow comes, and the sun rises
The dragon sleeps on his full belly in the dawn
His slumber long and deep.
Yesterday he woke, ancient body from the earth
And flew across the world searching
For that which would sate his hunger.
And he feasted upon the land
Taking her people from her
Stealing all the riches he could find.
Those left by the wayside
Could but salvage what they could, and find refuge
Giving all that they had to the dragon, for respite.
The land lay ravaged
And the creatures of earth suffered in the destruction
All for the dragon’s selfish gain.
Would you think this a fairy story?
A tale from long ago, processed through ages into myth?
Or would you see the parallel?
Next time you venture out into this material world
Think about your plastic offerings to the greed of big business
And tell me this world does not harbour dragons.
(c) Louise Heyden, 2004
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