To a Waif
Come to me, my waif, my angel,
Let me wipe those tears
Let me soothe your fears.
be your harbour whilst you heal.
Tell your story if you wish,
I am there, I will hold
whilst stormy tales are told.
Until your cracking heart is cleansed.
Then rock you gently
as healing tears fall.
Like a willow in golden light
You will again dance free,
lift head and arms to the sky.
Free again. Unchained.
I pray you will trust anew,
dare reach out a hand
and I pray it will be mine.
c/ miriam ivarson
Science and space
Driven by passion and hunger
fuelled by mystical questions about life.
How come, who are we, why does it work?
Mysticism is simply the unasked answer within,
an age old wisdom knowing right from wrong.
Knowing what heals a wound
be it of the body or soul.
Does it not then make perfect sense
that the two work together honourably.
Listen, test, measure
Letting the answer be in tune and respect.
Our bodies, universe, are all vibrational frequencies
Fine tuned at best,
would it then follow that tuning is vital,
Creator, healer of wounds.
Used in harmony with science for the solid,
creating knowledge that can heal or harm.
There is no sound without silence
There is no science without mysticism.
C / miriam ivarson
Enticingly among rocks
Purple flower glows with joy and life
Viewing sky and sea.
So achingly blue and vast.
c/ miriam ivarson
Sat in the sun this morning
among bushes, flowers and trees.
among birds, butterflies and bees
Some big, some small, all in harmony
As was I under favourite arbour
dressed in Honeysuckle and Clematis
Total stillness resided in my soul,
I felt perfect peace
Part of nature’s incredible gifts.
Sadly we humans often lose this inheritance
looking at imagined or real problems ahead,
fears that eat the soul which was born to just be
Part of the wonder of universe, of a garden, a song.
I see now that when I move, a new garden will be my goal
My first act of creation somewhere new,
make a haven for birds, flowers and trees
and for me
Somewhere were you can sit alone or with friends
thanking for the wonder that is.
As we refill ourselves with new vitality.
© miriam ivarson