The Sweetest Gift

Quietly while you were asleep The moon and I were talking I asked that she’d always keep you protected She promised you her light That you so gracefully carry You bring your light and shine like morning And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon Your light fills the darkest room And I…

Eternal Love

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but crossing the world, as friends…

Rumi – The Kiss of Spirit

My iTunes just played Laura’s last phone message : ‘Sweetie, come on back. I miss you wherever you are.’ Then I heard this beautiful Rumi poem for the first time –¬† There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of Spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its…

Intimations of Immortality

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in…

Rumi

I sent this Rumi poem to Laura just after we met From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for Today I have found you and…

Laura’s Poem

Let us lie down together holding hands, looking in to one another’s soul. There is a real beauty there, an understanding in the eyes that has passed between two women like never before. Dared I dream of you? Never would I even know how. But you magically appeared. If I wake up, will you still…

Another Poem from the Memorial

When I Am Among The Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which…

A poem from the Memorial

Death is Nothing at all Death is nothing at all.I have only slipped away to the next room.I am I and you are you.Whatever we were to each other,¬†That, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name.Speak to me in the easy waywhich you always used.Put no difference into your tone.Wear no forced…