MISTAKES

MISTAKES

Why do we make mistakes
did the choices look right at the time,
did a voice whisper no, did we ignore?
Did something glitter that had us in awe ?

Was it easier to take a skip and a spin
than contemplate for a while.

Taking time now, sitting by a stream
under a Birch and Spruce,
I can see that mistakes can lead to wonders
to joys that shine and give blessings.

So I feel a peace descending ,
could some mistakes be the foundation
of the shine and fullness I feel now.

Maybe the weave I wove with so many colours
created a work of art, just so.

Yes, there would be so many colours
blues from the sky, ocean and lakes.
Colours from rocks, trees and fields.
Streaks of black from the night woven in.

c/ miriam ivarson

THE CANDLE

THE CANDLE

I lit a candle this morning
so steady and calm it burnt,
erasing spinning thoughts.
I smiled my thanks.

Outside the lawn was proud
after the first cut of the year.
I smiled too at the early signs of spring;
Waking flowers and trees.

From slumber and hibernation.

As a little candle could do so much
what could we do?
If with a smile lit our faces
as we go about our days, and say hello

c/ miriam ivarson

M I S T

M I S T

Mysterious mist
greeted me this morning,
so fine, like sheer tulle.
Made me wonder what it hid.

As sun slowly and majestically rose
The woodland was revealed,
Tree by tree they appeared.

The mist giving in to the sun
seemingly reluctant but succumbed.
Two doves watched me standing there
smiling at my awe.

Before mist gave in, it was coloured
in the most incredible hues
So much beauty if we just look.

© miriam ivarson

S P O T L I G H T

SPOTLIGHT

When I was awake this night
at one, two or so
The room was lit like day,
It shouldn’t be, at
One, two or three or so.

Hesitant I walked to another room
opened the curtains and saw;
A blindingly shining moon.
Haven’t seen it like that before.

Its light gave me a feeling that
my house and street were singled out
By the Spotlight from above;
Never seen the moon so strong.

Did it twist just a tad
as to reflect more light from the sun.

Was the spotlight there so we can see,
See where we are heading on our planet.
Make us step with awareness and care.

c/ miriam ivarson

YOU SAW ME

YOU SAW ME

I rest in the arms of all memories we share,
Of laughter, joy and tears at times.
They bound us from childhood with trust;
With the knowledge of care.

“ You saw me “. This beautiful, written note
to his loved great grandfather when he passed,
from a young grandson who grieved.
Grieved his hero and friend.

Can it ever be greater than that,
To love and see deeply the soul inside.

c/ miriam ivarson

FLY PAST

Fly past of peace

Mankind is fighting itself
trying to find balance and peace.
Yet, in the fighting more extinction occurs.

How can killing and destruction ever lead
to peace, to harmony and growth.
It never did and never will.

Yet most of us wish to live in unity,
To sing, work and play
To see our children grow, surrounded,
yes, I say the word. Surrounded by love. 

We are all citizens of this World. 

c/ miriam ivarson

Clerical Collar

Clerical Collar

Shining love and joy they stood
on a stony edge of a forest road,
almost falling into the deep ditch.

I stood looking at them in awe.

Clerical collar and wild Bluebells in harmony.
Exuding peace, I even saw a twinkle;
So easy we could pass in hurried life,
pass the blessings along the road.

I continued with glow in my heart
understanding how all living can sing.
Sing the praise of being here and now.

© miriam ivarson

RING OUT

RING OUT

A Cymbal that never rings out
A violin that never sings,
Objects of beauty that lost their voice.

Birds on a branch in silence
People who never laugh
A world dying within.

May we see the light again
See it spread warmth and smiles,
The birds will sing
The music heal pain.

May we then all understand
That kindness and care fuel life and joy.

© miriam ivarson

SIMPLE THINGS

As I worked in the garden this morning, thanking flowers, leaves,
bees and birds. And so much more.
Thee was such a stillness around – a silence of contentment, of
knowing where you belong. Knowing who you are.

I felt again the strength of the truth, we are all part of the same
planet, the same universe. We derive nourishment from the same Earth.
Our intelligence is also part of the universal intelligence. Complex and
yet simple.

SIMPLE THINGS

or so we think
and yet we struggle to give,
easy and open smiles like a dewy rose,
Happy sounds like the birds gave me today.

Smiles as open and true as a child’s
Trust and care to those we meet.
A bird on the door handle
Fresh air drifting in.

So simple and yet so heavenly.

© miriam ivarson

A New Path

A New Path

To a new beginning he said
and this is often heard.
I wondered though
might it be another hill or valley;

not to forget river and ocean waves
All movements towards a goal.

A new path to wisdom and growth.

Quietly I admitted,
I should now be very wise.
Is that so? I giggle to myself.
How do I know?

Shall I write them down
all the bends and paths
all the hills and dips?
Then try and count.

I don’t really know

Maybe life will show
maybe we will be wise, listen and learn;
Treasure each chapter as it appears.

© miriam ivarson