Ocean Dreams

Ocean Dreams

Sea life dances, gulls soar

Ocean sings a thunderous roar

I long for carefree sandy walks

While waves crash against water-carved rocks

Relish a world of chaos so serene

Soothed by seaweed a lively shade of breen

I sit and wiggle my sand covered toes

All the while inspired to lyrical prose

By Susan Cunningham

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Ghost Memories

For the time being, please stop here. Let ghost memories swirl around you. Envelope you like a late winter fog smothering the last remnants of snow.

Stop running. Memories have no legs, but cannot be outrun for they are experts in the art of pursuit, relentless in the chase.

Stand firm. Relinquish power to the moment. Enjoy the leaf blessed with vivid colors as it floats down the stream. Experience its journey. The beauty of a single leaf touches the spirit more than the memory of a hundred trees.

Surrender.  Azure skies remain despite the gray. Even the tiniest bird can soar above the clouds. Flex its wings in even the strongest wind.

For the time, being please stop here. Be the hunter, not the prey. Find strength, not solitude. Ghost memories need not haunt you.

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Pen and Chisel

Thoughts fly free.

Dreams sleep in silence.

Voices soar when spoken.

But written words remain, carved in granite like nature’s masterpiece.

by Susan Cunningham

Ocean Dreams

Ocean Dreams

Sea life dances, gulls soar

Ocean sings a thunderous roar

I long for carefree sandy walks

While waves crash against water-carved rocks

Relish a world of chaos so serene

Soothed by seaweed a lively shade of green

I sit and wiggle my sand covered toes

All the while inspired to lyrical prose

By Susan Cunningham

Memories of Dad

 

Memories

Photographs propped on dusty shelves,

Trace a life greater than ourselves.

Paintings stacked in neat little queues,

born to life by more than just hues

Beyond the picture that remains,

Dad’s sweet love will always sustain.

By Susan Cunningham

The Light

Hello all,

Several months have gone by since my last post. Life intervened, and two weeks ago I said goodbye to my father as he died from cancer. I did find some beauty in the end. Throughout the day, a light moved along the portraits of my family. First, my  mother who had died from cancer in 1996, and then each of my sisters. We told Dad the light had come to take him to our mother. At 6:15, the light reached his chair, and he passed. We took this picture moments after. The following morning, I wrote this poem, and my sisters and I read it at his service.

The Light

Early morning sun promises a new day,

And a light to guide him along the way.

His gentle guide illuminates the past,

Wrapped by heavenly love at last

The light kisses those he adores,

Farewell my dear children, I leave for golden shores

Comforted by faith, the day fades to gray

Journey’s end, the light reveals the way

Peace at last, his voyage complete

His love from heaven he will meet