“Man gazes,” says Turgot, “upon the profound ocean
of being, but what at first he discerns is not the bed
hidden beneath its waters, but only the reflection of his
own face”
Reflections
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The Reaping
There will be no more warnings
No more shots across the bow
Are we receiving all we have sewn
Or just a memory of times forgotten
Crystal Eyes
what memories
live inside
these words
what feelings
lie hushed
under a morning
of new fallen
snow
slipping
through icy fingers
melting
in her mind
the way Spring’s
swollen streams
wash hilltop
tumble stones
into greening
valleys
maybe he
held her gaze
too long
in dreams
crystal eyes
wide open
where the heart
yearns to hold
onto colors
faded to black
and white
between sheets
of rain
and thoughts of
coming home
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tears of glass
part of all there ever was
rings between the me and you
dreaming into this creation
what believing never knew
sands shifting into days remembered
lies were told against the grain
the ebony that fades in daylight
as memories come round again
from summer days and winter fires
embers cooled and swept away
grace the garden greening over
where willows whisper to the day
of hands once holding onto moments
days and times now come to pass
a songbirds tune rolls through my ears
and down my cheeks in tears of glass
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Reflections of the Inner Light
nothing is as it seems
heart strings are played
as if a toy lute
love sinks deep
into the abyss
looking for light
underneath source
is only a reflection
and cannot be seen
with all the eyes
in sadness
still staring
still tearing
only felt
with the heart
illumined
by the warm glow
an ever present
sacred sun
who gives life
to shadows
dancing
on the walls
as mirrors of
a bless’ed
inner light
Trinity
Sons of the gods
who walk among us
hands to hold
and hearts beyond
the reason
of Saints
and sinners
Words let
reveal
the waste
or The Way
Then should
the Father
coming to be
awakened by
anger
in this
summer storm
quiet the thunder
fears revealed
nourish or flood
so feelings
will see
Ghosts ever
Holy, sacred
in glory
or secret
and ancient
forgotten
in time
this worship
shall empty
love’s longing
chalice
water or wine
what Spirits
will be?
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tides
in life the ebb
and flow of tides
bring changes slow
but sure
but what we learn
along the way
is ours
forevermore
Closure
In a word we try
to wrap up our heart,
In the saving grace
of our God.
We want to know
it’s ok to go,
And ok to stay
behind …
Lost in a storm
But doing just fine,
Our inner peace,
just as well.
Will catch us up;
in time, too soon.
When we’re ready,
to come out and play.
A child who seeks
her corner of heaven,
drifting in clouds,
far away.
Truth is life leading,
and asking we follow.
A road we may never
have dreamed.
Leads to the lessons.
the person we are,
the someone,
we needed to be.
The life in between,
Desire and dreams,
Is given regardless,
of willingness spent.
To unwrap our lives,
from endless remorse
Toward solace unknown,
are the answers
intended
to be …
I don’t believe in closure. I think the word as it is used, was made up by the media to give them more stories to tell. When losing someone or something in our lives we can never encapsulate that loss into a single word, into a definition that is ‘closure’. Imagine that somehow, someway, we can take all our feelings and emotions, and have our thoughts say “It’s OK now, I have closure, so now I can move on.” Honestly, this is just not going to happen – The two words ‘feelings’ and ‘closure’ are diametrically opposed. All we can have are lessons in life, and all we can do with them is grow (or not). If we are always seeking closure, then are we really growing? Yet if we touch our feelings, and learn they are now a part of our past, and we don’t live there anymore; Then we see we have planted the seed, that we water with our tears, that will one day bloom into our true self. The one we came here to know.
Blessings
-gs
grandfathersky 
