Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
I love it, beautiful, thanks Rene :D
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Rene.
ReplyDeleteI think the spirits appreciate being remembered. It's the best we can do. And you can do it in poetry, too. Nice.
ReplyDeleteBless you for setting things right. It matters.
ReplyDeleteit does matter...i saw a stone sitting against the fence at the cemetary...no clue where it went...i wrote the epitaph down to write about at some point...but i thunk you trumped anything i could do...smiles.
ReplyDeleteyes. it is what I do.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
And I like it that you used the words 'steadfast' and 'herald'. Good choices.
"standing tall for what you hold deep inside."s that is something to strive for. thank you for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteHello Rene, Thank you for visiting my Blog....
ReplyDeleteYour poem is very thoughtful and reflective...Good onya mate..
Well said. From Queensland in Oz. Blessings CML
Song of the soul? it has a kind of deep seated power.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by, Rene.
You are a true poetess! I really wish you had an "about" page - I would really like to know more about you. And no, I am not the stalker type.
ReplyDeleteWhat a kind-hearted, thoughtful poem of respect. This makes me think of all those unsung people who take time every day to notice, and then do what needs to be done. Whether it is picking up litter on their neighborhood street, spending time with a homeless person and listening without judgment, paying for a stranger's groceries when she forgot her purse or giving a movie ticket to a caregiver and sitting in for them, so they can have the night off... This is the quality and mindset of your poem. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteIf only we all took the time to restore instead of tear down!
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Rene. It reminds me of a Psalm my grandmother used to sing. I had to read it twice.
ReplyDeleteIt’s like being in another, calmer world.
ReplyDelete"A herald for those who search."
ReplyDeleteHow true as one who does genealogy that is such an important job. Great poem. Thanks for stopping by.
QMM
Beautiful piece of writing Rene.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem for the restoration of lives sometimes forgotten. The Stone Healer seems to also restore life!
ReplyDeleteRick
the words flow like the leaves around your sentinel in late October... lovely.
ReplyDeletethank you all for reading and commenting...I truly appreciate it :)
ReplyDeleteRene
and i will make you whole again...
ReplyDeletethat line caught me immediately, especially since i read it after reading a few words about me and this blog. i'm going to put you on my blogroll because i am hooked, sugar! xoxox
(came over via irish gumbo.)
I like it.
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