Foot Fetish

autumn resting place

Rest, the road exacts its Toll,

Take a load off wearied sole;

Close your eyes and breathe Life in,

Reflect on where your feet have been.

Confident, they marched with ease;

Terrified, ‘neath shaking knees

They stumbled on when doubtful days

Blocked e’en hope’s most brilliant rays.

Pause, let wand’ring feet sit still,

Exhale deep, let lungs refill;

Slow your pace, take time to stroll,

Rest is good for every sole.

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Peace Is

yellow pollen

Peace is pollen, miniscule seed

That roots in mindful soil; it breeds

Where thoughts are harboured, captured by

A mind that chooses what supply

To water, weed, and tend with care,

And which to deny access there.

After thoughts which harm are routed

Peaceful seeds can then be sprouted;

Global gardens introspected

Are the places peace perfected.

Peace begins within – before hatred can grow and germinate, it must be thought, considered, ingested into the soul. As our hearts move toward those in Paris and Beirut who have suffered at the hands of hatred, I must ask – How does your garden grow?

Known

canyon trail

 

Be still, my heart, in safety wait

For all that’s good from heaven’s gate;

Serene, beat soft in tender tone –

With every cadence, you are known.

~

Thank you, Paul, for the reminder that I am seen and known!

At the Basilica

Euphrasian Basilica, Porec

 

Enter, hearts in need of rest,

Tread where ancient feet have trod,

Feel the Hallow in thy breast,

Find in silence words of God;

Let the sanctuary leach

Peace into thy weary soul,

Solitude, let wisdom teach

How love can make of parts, a whole.

 

An Invitation

garden view

 

Step into my garden,

Linger in the lane;

Wrap yourself in rosemary,

Scent yourself with sage.

Rosebuds beckon, daisies nod,

Treetops lend their shade;

Peace awaits the wanderer

Whose heart is sorrow-swayed.