Embers
Perhaps one evening, when
the blue hour has
fallen like a soft
cloak over our shoulders,
we will find ourselves
in that quiet center,
the sacred hinge between
day and night where
breath takes the shape
of prayer.
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Rapids
A man fights many things in his life,
but the river inside him is not one to break
with fists.
You watch it.
You learn the shape of its current.
You drink your coffee and breathe. -
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Lady of the Quiet Rain
You are the serenity
that travelers mistake
for chance,
the whisper a forest keeps
in the folds of its leaves.
There is a constellation
tucked into your gaze,
a patient flame,
not burning, but glowing,
like a truth that refuses
to shout. -
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Gratitude
Today I thank the simple things:
the spoon that rests,
the milk that bends into silk,
the sun leaning gently
through the window. -
Whatever This Is
And so
I let it be.
No forcing the current,
no rushing the sun.
Just one day,
then another,
on and on,
until whatever this is
becomes
what it’s meant to be. -
I Smile For You
I smile for you,
because love,
when it’s true,
is stronger than loud thunder,
gentler than falling leaves,
patient as the deep roots,
clinging to mountain’s dark heart. -
Rain and Remembrance
Now, only the echo of you
remains in the steam,
rising like a ghost
that refuses to forget the flavor
of our mornings.
