The View From Here

The View From Here

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Burning Bridges

No one is an island,
so the poets say
We are all connected

Below the bridge between us
water once laughed, dancing over stones
Now the current sighs, steam rising from the icy flow

Where we once stood, shoulder to shoulder
watching paper boats sail out to sea,
under my feet now the boards,
once so solid and sure
are charred and brittle.
They crumble in the wind,
spiraling down, dark barges
drifting into the fog

Careless embers lit the fire....

A haven, steadfast, true, irrevocably damaged.
I kneel over the smoldering chasm
barring the way to your shuttered garden,
and wild brambles spring up

over the path to my own sheltered hearth

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Sleepwalking

Sleepwalking
         invisible, unseen,
silent and unheard

Heart aching,
    hands trembling
       eyes misted; one blink will betray me
choking on words I cannot speak, will not confess,
for admission lifts them from the shadows
         gives them flesh
 
Keeping to the shadows
       I creep into your courts;
Music is a balm to a weary soul
        the pain, the fear, the doubt
           the emptiness
                melts away,
Shadows dissolve in light

Bread and wine; a banquet,
            satiates
The torpor begins to dissipate;
Your touch, your voice soothe a troubled heart.....

Peace is fleeting
           Around me the teeming crowds flows
          Vague smiles never reach eyes
I remain invisible, unseen, silent, and unheard

But the shadows have faded,

the memory of your hand is still warm on my back.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Feast With Me

This past Sunday the sermon was about the familiar 23 Psalm.  It is beautiful in its simplicity, and in the depths and layers of meaning it holds.   Several years ago I wrote about it myself,   I cannot begin to count the number of messages I have heard, or read, on these few familiar verses.  And every time there is something new to learn.  

When I wrote on it in 2011 it was the word "through" ("Through the valley...") I was focused on.
My mom had just begun cancer treatment again and we were all terrified.  We still are, but here it is 5 years later, and she's still fighting.  It may not yet be the miracle we're hoping for, but it is a miracle nonetheless.
But lately, for the past several weeks, actually, I have this picture in my mind of a great, long table, covered with a rich, snowy white cloth, shimmering Irish linen.  The table sits in the middle of a field of emerald green grass, waving in the summer breeze.  The sky overhead is cloudless and blue.  Sometimes the table is bare, waiting to be set, but I know there is fine china, heavy silver, delicate crystal to be laid in preparation.  Other times the glass ware and silver gleams in the sun and the array of dishes boggles the mind.  It is a banquet beyond comparison, beyond description.

We don't throw dinner parties like that any more. And it's a shame.  Setting a beautiful table, serving carefully prepared dishes....what a wonderful way to honour  our guests, be they family or friends.  And what a reminder of the Wedding Supper we are all anticipating, such beauty and bounty beyond imagination.  
This particular poem may seem rather unrelated to the feast I am describing.  In fact I wrote it as something of a challenge.  And yet as I wrote it I could still see that table stretching out under the summer sun.  


Under a canopy of velvet blue and satin green
On a fragrant cushions
Serenaded by redwing blackbirds, meadowlarks and dragonflies
Kisses light as summer breezes
Let me serve you exotic nectar
from my own cup,
drink rich wine from yours
Feast on thews
The sustenance of passion
I am faint with hunger
Feed me with honeyed words
Lush fruits,
Bounty of plowing and planting
Bread and wine

And after the feast
simplest pleasures,
sweetest fare
and richest
Drift to dreams
Under a canopy of velvet blue and dappled green
on fragrant cushions
Serenaded by blackbirds, meadowlarks and honeybees
caressed by summer's breeze






http://viewfromhere68.blogspot.ca/2011/06/i-walk-through-valley.html





Sunday, February 7, 2016

Tag....You're it!


Tag! You're It!
          And we flee shrieking with laughter
tumbling carefree
                   over knolls, through the trees

Underducking the swings
            dashing high into the cloud dazzled summer sky
caroming down the scorching slide
               up and down again the see saw

breathless we collapsed in the shade of the solid classroom wall,
bouncing balls, hula hoops, jump ropes,
Red Rover, Red Rover, Duck, Duck, Goose
Endless childhood, rivalries renegotiated every recess
innocent and fierce.

Tag, you're it....
           and we flee, sighing with passion
stumbling careless
               over tussocks, through the a shady grove

Following a merry dance
                    whirling under a star strewn sky
whispering secrets to the silent virgin moon
                      spinning, dizzy and still so sure

I don't dare stop,
     if I stop I'll fall,
                       and falling hurts...
Can't you see the scars on my heart?
The skinned knees of my soul?

Catch me if you can....”
dashing away again

you open your arms to me
wide and welcoming
waiting for me to catch you.












Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Empty Pantry



Yet another year has come and gone, and its trials and triumphs are now largely memories.  The dawn of a new year brings reflection, and an inherent time to pause.  We set our house back to "normal" today, packing up all the Christmas decorations, setting them aside for another 11 months.  The house feels airier, freer; but maybe we just have regained some space; and having packed away those festive trimmings, and properly cleaned the house for last night's dinner guests this is simply underlined.

New Year's Eve Emily and I went to a house party to ring in the new year with friends.  It was the first year she was actually able to stay up and see the proverbial ball drop.  Truthfully it's the first time in years I have done it too.  Most years I opt for a glass of wine on the couch with the comedy specials or a movie and call it a night well before midnight.  In any case we had fun.
That night, or in the wee hours of New Year's Day, more accurately I had an odd dream.  Odd not just in subject matter, but in that it was recurring.  Most dreams, once you wake, dissolve into the mist never to be seen again,apart from perhaps your ability to recall them.  This one seemed to pick up like a paused movie each time I woke and then returned to sleep.
In the dream I had returned home from this party, and in walking into the house saw my deep freeze standing open, and utterly empty.  I was annoyed and perplexed, but not overly concerned (as one might be to discover several hundred dollars of food vanished.  I woke, briefly, thought the dream odd, and rolled over, back to sleep.
Again I dreamed.  This time the refrigerator was also discovered to be empty.  My reaction was the same.  A third return to dreaming and now the thawing roast on the kitchen counter, a sizable piece of meat, was also missing, as was, I soon noticed, my computer.  This time I was perturbed, but still not upset, and I called the police who asked me for a list & valuation of my absent foodstuffs. (No other material things were absent, just the computer).  As I began to try to figure out the value of all the meat & prepared meals in my deep freeze I finally woke up.
I lay nestled warm in my bed, pondering this dream, since I rarely recall them on waking, unless there is some purpose to the dream.  Nothing came to mind, and I was still not concerned about the lacking foodstuffs, which I briefly considered to be a sign of coming privation.  I have read articles lately warning of increasing grocery prices in the coming year.  But this did not resonate as making sense.
I let it alone and moved forward with my day; largely spent preparing a feast to share with dear friends.
Over dinner I did tell my friends of my dream, sometimes someone else can see an interpretation where I cannot.  We discussed their plans for the coming year, exciting changes I think; and my own hopes and plans, and the sustaining grace that saw me through the past year of unemployment without want or doubt that good things were to come.  God did bring me through, to a job that suits me, uses my gifts & satisfies my needs.  Although it was difficult & at times stressful, there was much grace and never any real want.

At the end of the evening I tucked Emily in & had a short chat with Peter before turning out the lights and seeking my bed again, pleased with a delightful evening with friends, tired and making to-do lists for the following day.  As I lay there mulling over the past few days and the coming ones as well it occurred to me what my dream might mean.  I strongly considered messaging my friend with these thoughts, mostly so I wouldn't lose them, but I couldn't find the energy.  And, if there was merit to them they would remain til morning.
I remembered, belatedly the dream decision to call the authorities, and the subsequent request for an enumeration of the losses.  In that moment I felt strongly that all the losses I have endured over the past several years have indeed been enumerated, and noted, and that those losses will be replaced or restored.  
When I woke up in this morning I knew I had heard the answer most distinctly, but was kicking myself for not writing it down....it had vanished with the sandman.  But very quickly I began to see it again, along with further meaning.  What I became aware of this morning was a very keen sense that the old has been cleared away to make room for new abundance.  As I began to share these thoughts with my friend the knowledge that my losses have been cataloged too returned to me.

2016 will be a year of great abundance, despite the state of the economy (there is more to abundance than mere money, after all), a year of hope and promise.  Happy New Year!