Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

In the Midst of a Snow Storm

Lullaby a sweet song, 
I'll sing softly for you, 
a melody of the heart 
of a dream come true. 

Rest my darling with your
head to my breast and
in the arms a comfort 
as we are truly blessed.

Lullaby a sweet song, 
I'll sing softly for you, 
a melody of the heart 
of a dream come true. 



I thought about all of the various holidays and not far behind comes the word expectations. Expectation clearly lines a path that may or may not lead to disappointment. I found myself torn in the belief that everyday is a holiday waiting to be celebrated and another part of me falls into the ummm Rockwell Christmas! With the children not always home for a holiday,there was collage, the military, living in different states and splitting the day with  in laws etc. So when my children were disappointed that they couldn't be home for a holiday, I would say when family is together any day and every day is a holiday.
But most holidays whether they are religious or not center around gratitude. We are grateful for the teachings of kindness that Christmas so celebrates, the opportunity for renewal that the Resurrection teaches and even those that celebrate presidents or labor day and our military. Each holiday has become  a way of bringing families closer together or at least it should be.  But in reality sometimes the joy of the season is over looked by our need to fulfill the dream of a Rockwell painting.
The true meaning of the holidays somehow gets lost in the traditions that we tend to follow. The perfect dinner, the right gift, games, entertainment and a host of the usual expected  such as ten varieties of baking cookie, that are gobbled up in the first fifteen minutes.
I have looked back over the many years, the parties, celebrations, joys and disappointments. I have learned allot and I have healed and grown not only as a woman but as a human being. Each day I wake up I am grateful that my eyes have opened, my health is with me and that I will still chance to take various paths on the journey. I am grateful for whatever came before us that created earth in its perfection. I rejoice in that I love and that I am loved. I celebrate the magic of life which has allowed the collisions of various souls. Bewildered and yet understanding of the trials in which we summarize and script as our eternal legacy. The coming together of spirit to dance freely upon the heavens, to sing from the heart and to make love to the moment.
With love as our guide, allow peace to promote a well being that can be celebrated each day of the year. May we remember that a day on the calender is just a reminder of the actions that we should live through out our life. Balancing our emotions with our actions and allowing the love to flow through is necessary in bedding peace in the heart. .


If I should  give to you a gift,
no gift wrap will I need,
for in your heart I left my
love and the joy of memory.

Our souls in unity,
harmony now resides,
for once peace has entered,
only happiness is what we'll find.









 “For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
... A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance...”
- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is much that can be felt when love
is the source of energy. 
~
To eradicate the world of evil thoughts,
is the first step towards uniting in peace. 
~
All mankind benefits with respect at the helm. 
~
This holiday season is not about what we wrap with our hands,
but what we give with our hearts. 
~
These words are simply my thoughts...
~
The greatest weapon to keep evil from gaining ground is love.
~

Christmas flowers and holiday cards,
the three wise men following a star. 
Celebrations each day of the year,
in honor of the love you and I share. 

Trees decorated with so many lights, 
enough to brighten the  darkest night.
The road to happiness begins here, 
in honor of the love you and I share. 

~

Dancing with the snowflakes,
spinning around and filled with glee,
celebrating love and how much you
mean to me. 


Pulls you close and holds gently
in my heart, where I feel the magic
brought you here from a far. 



Dancing with the snowflakes,
spinning around and filled with glee,
celebrating love and how much you
mean to me. 


I can't hide the smile nor the sparkle 
in my eyes as I dream of you my darling
and the love I hold inside. 



Dancing with the snowflakes,
spinning around and filled with glee,
celebrating love and how much you
mean to me.


~
This poem resurfaced and I was amazed at the year it was written, seems like yesterday.



FRIDAY, JUNE 15, 2007


No Loneliness

Allow no loneliness to reside,
whispers of love to your heart
collide.

Branched upon a tree of high,
waiting the wind to come on by.

Take my breath and feel it near,
the breeze that blows is not to fear.

I have sent in the current above,
all the magic that exist in Love..
an old but goodie...


No Loneliness

Allow no loneliness to reside,
whispers of love to your heart
collide.

Branched upon a tree of high,
waiting the wind to come on by.

Take my breath and feel it near,
the breeze that blows is not to fear.

I have sent in the current above,
all the magic that exist in Love...


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