WHISPERS OF GOD
Sitting along the river bank
I watch the ripples of the Holy water
Dancing to the sound of the rushing
Rapids while crickets whistle a tune
In the wind…
I could stay here listening
To the Silent whispers of God
Blowing in the cool breeze.
Sitting here by the embankment
A rock for my chair to sit upon
I meditate listening to God’s whispers
Talking to me…
So beautiful God’s nature here
A God given gift to us all.
Feeling God’s breath upon my face..
I will stay here meditating
Listening for God’s words to fill my
Heart, Soul, and Spirit…
In the distance I can see Geese
Pruning on a small island of itself.
I am respectful of all God’s creatures.
Knowing I am Blessed to be
Living in this moment.
Appreciating what God has shown me…
Let us be silent now to hear
the sweet Whisper of God!
Dancing off the ripples of Holy water
In the cool breeze…
© Eva Marie Cagley
FAR AND BEYOND YOUR TOUCH
Today reach out,
Far and beyond your touch
Look for the beauty
In one solitary day;
For a moment’s beauty,
Last a life’s span!
Smile and rejoice
Walk hand in hand,
For tomorrow may come
And today’s beauty will have
Passed you by again,
Far and beyond your touch!
© Eva Marie Cagley
SHE IS
But a phantom of imagination
Dancing on a downy breath of a kiss
Searching for her lost soul
In the midnight moist mist.
Deep with in the tangled jungle of her mind ,
Looking for a story to rhyme
She is out to spend a dime
And get hooked in the story line.
She is but a phantom of imagination
Dressed in purple velvet of condemnation ,
She is sailing swiftly in the air
Taking no one without a care.
She’s the keeper of your dreams ,
All your childhood schemes.
Caught up on the window screen ,
Lost within just a human being…
She spies an indigo lake she straddles
Along her ID she paddles
She will do the battles
With her earthly travels.
Sailing along on the crisp, clear azure water
She wonders around but doesn’t falter
Keeping his ID from the fodder
Of her mundane mind’s border.
She is but a phantom of imagination
Living long ago with fascination
Kissing the indigo sky with lips of gold
Lost within her soul and growing old…
© Eva Marie Cagley
COLORING WITH CRAYONS
Somewhere between the crayons
Lye’s a little girl dreaming in her room.
Coloring a yellow picture of Donald Duck.
In books of Loony tunes,
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Lying on her belly with knees bent up ,
Swinging in the air.
Smiling barefoot without a care
Takes me back now in time there.
Filling the pictures in
With magical visions coloring my head,
With memories of days past
Sleep-overs and playing log on the moist green grass.
Tickles me to think of it at all.
Camping out in the leaky gray old tent
Giggling and laughing, telling spooky stories in the black night fall.
Midnight trips to the bathroom stumbling inside.
Screaming and pretending to be afraid, we’d flee
From my brothers, who scared us all mercilessly.
Tripping in the dark, careful now, don’t fall!
Hurry, run back to the safety of flickering orange candlelight!
In my room now once again, Nighttime talks with my sister back then.
While I sat there and brushed her silky long brown hair
Next morning not remembering a word said!
Talking in my sleep instead. With secrets, I must have kept.
Stuffed animals scattered all over my side of the room.
The long old dresser split down the middle to share.
Hers was neat and mine-scattered papers everywhere.
These are the memories that go through my head.
When I was once young and lived the story told.
Each day a new adventure waiting to unfold.
Oh, how I love to color my world to this day!
Searching the little girl, dreaming away.
Lost within the colors of rainbows past.
Holding onto memories that will always last.
© Eva Marie Cagley
REFLECTIONS OF GOD
The stars glitter like diamonds in the sky
Rich and too expensive to buy.
Made and adorned on each person’s face
Leaving smiles that can’t be erased.
The floating clouds form pictures of awesome things.
Like angels flying with heavenly silver wings.
Pictures of Jesus riding up in the clouds
Coming on a white horse and chariot galloping down.
I see many formations way up high
The infinity of the vast, beautiful indigo sky.
I watch as the sparrows of life fly by
Stopping to ponder why?
Has God given us such a gift,
That all we need to do is lift
Up, our moist eyes and pray into Heaven’s
Window and see into the souls of man?
For we are all made in likeness of him
Therefore, he is like a chameleon.
He loves both the son and daughter
Like loving Fathers au too.
The pureness is in the hand of God’s love
Shown in all that is made above.
All the breathing things
Holy mirrors reflecting
God!
©Eva Marie Cagley
DANCING WHISPERS
Looking through a looking glass now and then,
I see a flourishing green acreage, we once called home.
With children playing yard games to the yellow yard light
And fireflies blinking lights in clear glass mason jars never to roam.
Playing hide and seek and Red Rover-Red Rover.
Those are the times I’D LIKE TO LIVE OVER…
A brand-new prefab home sits there instead.
The house in ruins torn down not even a single bed…
No place to lay my weary head.
there’s no revolving door anymore, no treasure kept within from before
It’s just you’ve been gone so long, and, in this life, we carry on.
I tarry not here too long, missing you all, how I do.
But these thoughts fill up my head. So, I write them down instead.
Hoping they dance Telepathically to you…
But carry on I will I look for you on a merry lush green hill
Skipping along on a clearly marked gravel trail,
I’m staring into the brightest tangerine sun
Praying on bended knee, you can see me this day.
That you may know my love is here always to stay.
Looking Heavenly beyond the misty white billowing clouds
That form images of yesteryears… Visions dancing ,
Like the way we played music upon the flowered deck and danced…
These memories will always last. Looking through this looking glass.
It’s been too long since you’ve been gone.
You are always in my heart, my spirit, my soul…
Where I can feel your glowing warmth!
On this frigid winter’s night, I curl up with my favorite afghan from you
listening to the tune of your whispers dancing in the sweet melody of the night!
© Eva Marie Cagley
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