Tag Archives: healing

Where is my heart today? – A haiku for healing


My heart swells with pride!

It dwells in a place unknown.

I rely on faith.

A silent prayer for a loved one that needs healing.

How do I unite my body and soul? – A question to be answered


During these difficult times,

when there is still

a real fear

that many more of us may even perish. (from COVID 19 – 200,000 dead and counting)

My heart knows what it has most cherished;

prayer for one thing,

even when the harsh sting,

of hate and despair,

continues and dares,

us to believe in hope.

Why don’t we realize the oneness

of our existence?

Why all the resistance

to love each other

as brothers and sisters?

As my heart beats and keeps

track of time;

we still do not know what remains.

I still sing a simple refrain

Halleluyah! Halleluyah!

Hoping to hear the answer to

How do I unite my body and soul?

 

 

 

 

Countdown – 75 Days 14 hours 14 minutes – Calm will Arrive!


I was inspired by this countdown clock that measures to the second how much longer it will be until election day. I wrote the following poem starting with a borrowed line from Destined 4 the Dub. I write found poems all the time and all it takes is reading a clever line from a fellow blogger. I want to create awareness and encourage people to read and listen as we move closer to election day. It is so important to keep informed and to be able to distinguish the truth and alternative facts.

I hope you enjoy this poem. Afterall, my goal is to inspire with my art and poetry. I have been enjoying the comments. Here is the found poem. I hope that one of you can give it a title. Please write your suggestions in the comments.

Carefully choose what you remember.

Let go of all the lies.

Allow the waves of change

to flow gracefully into your hearts.

We are the new dreamers.

However, the seeds were planted long ago.

Sow them gently;

So you hear their soothing mantra.

They create harmony for us;

all of us.

Know now the urgency of our oneness.

Our voices echo love and peace.

Do not forget to look at the view.

Nature always heals the soul.

Watch out for the rainbow;

it knows our destiny.

We will survive!

Breathe!

This too shall pass.

Attributions: Miriam Out and About – Destined 4 the dub


Mediation by Melba Christie

78 days – Calm enough to write a poem today


Uncut

like a wildflower hidden

among the wild weeds,

Life continues.

We still exist.

We will survive all eventually.

Perennial dreams

continue to inspire

some people,

somewhere,

somehow.

 

I wonder who they are though.

Peace yearns to be spoken about out loud.

I yearn for peace and calm again.

I want to know

how to tell if

my heart is still whole.

How wise am I

when I still believe in hope?

Should I believe that all this craziness will end?

Am I out of mind?

 

We are all paying a very high price now.

No money in the world will wash away the pain.

But still I remain,

and hum the glorious with refrain,

that asks all of us

to “imagine”.

I still dream profoundly

because heaven does not sleep.

It keep my dreams

floating among the purest clouds

and it shapes into the pillows

that rest my weary head.

 

Some words were borrowed from different poems and blog posts.

 

Images by Pixabay

 

Got On line


Got on line

masked and subdued,

nothing much else to do.

My shopping list as long as the line

not everyone looked fine.

Glazed suspicious looks and stares

as if no one were there to comfort or to care.

Finally a signal

to walk right in.

I hope this time I’ll find everything.

Blue masking tape marks the spot

where the sixth feet distancing

between, begins and stops.

Cashier stands behind a shield of Plexiglass

Wearing white plastic gloves and

a light blue cloth mask.

No one speaks to one another;

voices muffled so why bother anyway.

So hard to understand what people say.

Cannot tell if anyone smiles.

Everyone tries not to touch someone

as they walk down the aisles.

Empty shelves

symbolize.

Does anyone truly realize

what is at stake here?

I do not think anyone knows for sure.

All we know is we must endure.

Hold on to what is so dear you hear;

even at a distance,

everyone still feels the fear.

Will today be the day

that someone here

becomes

another number calculated

on those dreaded deadly graphs

with slopes and curves

that shake and toss around our nerves.

As I walk back to my car,

I cannot hold back the tears.

I want to believe this may all just be a bad dream;

and that with a forceful and fiery scream,

I will awake,

to what was before.

A New Poetry Challenge – Coping


We are all coping or trying very hard to cope with the situation at hand. Write a poem about how you are coping. I think it is so important to share our thoughts, fears, and anxieties with others. But we should offer uplifting thoughts or share good strategies for coping. Reading a poem and writing helps me cope. Gratitude also helps. Thank someone who is out there risking their life one way or another to keep us safe, fed and cared for.

Please post your poem and use the #CopingamI and leave a copy or feedback in the comments section. I will share my poem by the end of this week which is the deadline for this challenge. Thanks. Be safe. Help keep others safe. We are in this together.

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

¿Qué Será?


What will be?

¿Qué será?

This was the title of my late sister’s favorite song.

It was one of the last pieces she requested to listen to in the hospital.

I cannot help to think about the COVID 19 victims

who may have passed

asking

¿Qué será?

I ask myself this question every day since the beginning of this nightmare.

What will be?

Well this morning I did not ask.

I proclaimed, love will be.

Hope will be.

Faith will be.

Amor será !

Paz será.

La esperanza será.

Today especially, Christians celebrate the Resurrection and Jews celebrate Passover

we all know that we must be together so that what will be, will be triumphant.

My beloved sister knew the answer

when she asked this question one day before she died.

There was little hope for her.

But we got to say goodbye even though at the time

we did not know though – ¿Qué será?

But there is hope for us.

What will be is clear.

We must get rid of the fear.

and do what needs to be done.

Together. One force. One love united.

So that no one else

will have to ask

¿Qué será?

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

My sister loved both versions.

Ah Spring! _ A Poem A Day


Pansies stained of crimson

and purple

a sure sign of nature’s healing power

 

Sweet peas sing spring

a sun kissed lovely flower.

Daffodils spread

and smiles grow

when tulips stand tall

and the Ranunculus dazzles us

with it’s colors of pastel

 

clusters of forsythia brighten the afternoon

Peonies captivate the senses

along with the perfume of gardenias

 

What a celebration

to remind us

of the resurrection!

 

 

 

 

 

When Laughter is Heard


When laughter is heard,

hang on to its sound.

it resonates well-being.

 

Hearts heal with laughter.

The old feel young again;

burdens and worries disappear

and the mind is rid of thoughts

and free of dreaded fear.

 

Therefore, as breath is life

and we need to breathe every second of the day

make laughter just as indispensable

and find something nonsensical

to make you chuckle with a strong har-de-har

and when laughter is heard

you know it will take you far.

 

Below is my interpretation of laughter:

 

what laughter looks like to me                                                                 Drawing by Melba Christie (c) 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

May Day Memory of A Friend


Beautiful K

Memories galore

of the things I adore

rush into my mind

to remind

me 

to remind 

you

about the things 

that really matter in life

like friendship for example

I see my best friend 

holding on tightly

to her bright pink ribbon 

giggling uncontrollably 

when she notices

I am tangled up in a ribbon 

of  sky blue

I point to her 

and chuckle too

because what she does not 

realize is that she also is 

wrapped inside a cocoon 

We were only eight and a half

free to laugh, 

happy to take turns being so silly.

It was a May day to be exact

when we promised 

to be friends forever

and to never, ever

forget the happy times we shared.

My friend has suffered much 

more than anyone can bear

when we talk 

I make sure she knows that I will always care

but her heart is broken

beyond repair.

So now I hold on to her ribbon

hoping she finds solace somehow and somewhere

and learns to laugh again

I see her in my mind

untangled at the Maypole 

where we once 

danced round and round

as she giggled so care free

I’ve become her memory 

she counts on me

to bring her back 

to that beautiful May day

when she had not one worry in the world

she smiles and grabs my hand real tight

and looks into my eyes

to tell she is alright

and won’t give up the fight. 

Melba Christie