Honour your Life

Honour your Life

It is our honour in life
To live fully every minute we are given,
To share our song, our gifts;
To feel the joy and strength within.

See the beauty even when we hurt,
When fear tries to take hold.
Feel gratitude each morning,
give thanks at night.

Banish fatigue the days,
the days it threatens to make us fold;
Just rest.
Hear the birds feeding and singing.

See deeply the beauty
The strength of the trees.

Standing there Sentinels
reaching for the sky,
with strength, stillness and serenity;

Life just is, sun and storm
Always Is.

© miriam ivarson

Invisible Grace

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INVISIBLE  GRACE

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.
And smile

As we refill ourselves with new vitality.

© miriam ivarson

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BREATHING

 

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Mr Owl above, wisely tells me that we teach best what we need to learn.
An old adage I tell him but admit I don’t always listen. Hmm …

The first and most spontaneous gift at birth is the breath.
Yet, we often manage to mess even this up. Makes me both laugh and cry,
are we both too clever and too ignorant?

Either way, this little poem presented itself and perhaps I am not the only one
to recognise this phenomenon of breathing.

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BREATHING

to the rhythm of the waves,
To the sounds of strong winds
through the forests and glades;
The sighing of reeds by the lake.

Letting breath flow deeply and easily
in harmony with them,
Replenishing body and mind.

Our lives begin on Earth with the first breath,
it ends with the last;
Thus follows that we should nourish and fill
this precious vessel, this gift,

With oxygen freely supplied from each tree,
from all living nature.

So walk straight, fill the lungs
make every cell sing,
with the fervour of a little bird;

At night let easy cadency sustain.

Our heartbeats will slow, to the pulse
of a two stroke diesel;
As it propels the skiff at sea.

All it takes is to be,
in tune with the Whole.

c/ miriam ivarson

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