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
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
Silence Spoke
Lightly the white fluffy flakes were falling
Outside my patio doors,
I opened and stepped out
Stood there for a while.
The soft snowflakes melted on my face;
Cold but exhilarating.
Silence, mystic silence prevailed,
yet it spoke.
Spoke in quiet tones, of peace.
Nature has so many sounds,
I love them all;
The patter of light rain, the storms,
the breeze through the trees;
Whispers and roars show life on Earth
its indomitable resonance and tenacity.
Now I feel and hear the silence
of pure white snow whirling from the sky,
I cherish the hush,
I cherish the wisdom of old.
© miriam ivarson
FOOTSTEPS
I close my eyes and see the ocean,
It lifts my spirit high;
Faithful and true, ever strong
it moves and stills, storms and comforts.
The ocean was there when Earth began
and never let her down.
Its rhythm and song was Always.
A lullaby and a symphony in one.
As I drift inland, forests appear
Trees of all kind, being their faithful selves.
Raising branches and leaves
to the life giving rain and sun.
Ocean and forest, life affirming forces.
Will mankind ever understand,
the strength and love needed
to give like them.
To create life here that is harmonious
A life that gives in joy, that does not destroy.
A life that wants harmony for all,
A life that leaves creative foot steps,
Footsteps that softly raise minds high.
© miriam ivarson
The Contemplative
In the whisper you find yourself
The contemplative being within,
seemingly fragile, needing peace;
Always striving for space.
In a world where storms roar,
created by nature and mankind
We need to find a temple of calm
where clamour can’t rule.
With no haste, the room is there
bide your time within.
Rising with the morning rays,
The Contemplative smiles.
It was always there, the space,
Let the wonder of light and colour
be the decoration of your special room.
It is within you and me,
within all who want to see,
Access the depth of ourselves
Of nature and life in all form.
© miriam ivarson
CURLING EDGE
It is dying now, we might think
watching a leaf with a big brown speckle
and curling edges;
Suddenly though, it plays with sun rays,
and shines in gold and green
The brown fleck looks like a decoration.
Watching this Rose bush I also see
new leaves and late roses opening up.
Showing that new and old
in autumn, live together in beauty and harmony.
A Wren landing on a twig
adds to the great blessing this morning.
So it is that my first lesson of the day
also becomes my blessing,
Autumn is here with its shifting hues,
Cooler but certain of its purpose and rhythm.
C / miriam ivarson
BELONGING
Where do we belong, each and every one?
What makes our soul sing and our work dance,
what do we seek, in stillness,
alone?
So many questions and no answers,
a teacher I am not.
I love the ocean, both when it rages and smiles,
also I love the forests, meadows and rocks.
They all have their voice, clear and sincere.
As they roar and whisper their eternal truths.
Not a false note nor a lie to be heard,
no lures and baits, just joy and veracity.
The rocks join in with healing vibes.
Among these I belong, feel peace and calm,
where also birds and butterflies live.
Many cities are so beautiful, I grant you that;
In awe I visited many times.
Admired the artistry of buildings famed
of skill and design, of achievements seeming greater than man.
I love visiting these but find the noise and rush,
the tensions and fumes of the streets too much.
Although exciting pulse will attract.
All these thoughts matter, have validity,
but don’t we really belong
with those we love unconditionally
as they do us.
Know us and love us,
Just for what we are, simply you or I.
© miriam ivarson
Sun on Daffodils
Liquid gold running through my heart
Birdsong sweet outside.
TIMELESS
are the Spheres’ whispers and music
the moon and the stars.
Among all noise and commotion,
the heavens just serenely are;
Spreading life giving light and warmth.
Timeless,
the word floated past this morn
tickled my spirit and tongue,
a delicious word
What does it mean to you or me?
I don’t doubt the timelessness
of oceans and seas,
Believe they will always hum and roar;
Their soothing, eternal and rhythmic song.
Whilst storing heat for our Earth.
The sky above, so exhilaratingly vast,
star studded at night.
I am sure it will always be
Timeless, beautiful, filled with mystery.
As to our beautiful, shimmering Earth,
how will it stand the test of time?
Our husbandry is awry and must improve
May we find harmony with the planet we love.
What about us humans, will our love, thoughts,
Creativity of all kind,
be a timeless force
forever drifting in the ether and inspire.
© miriam ivarson
COMPROMISE
Will it shatter our dreams
or is it at times the only way?
To reach the ultimate,
should we walk a straight or a winding route?
Noticing how the old horse and cart weaved
a route with so many bends;
Still, he reached the dream and destination
of the traveller he carried abroad;
With some fun compromises thrown in.
As I drive our straight and black motorways
without compromise leading to my goal,
little sensory distraction on the way;
I wonder which route, was most humane?
A little compromise here and there
to smell the sweet clover or bypass a hill,
enjoy a picnic, listen to nature around.
Compromise or plan, it is our choice.
At the end, might it depend on the dream?
For some it is the journey, the lesson within,
for others, the dream to reach and expand.
No rights or wrongs as long as we are true,
True to our dreams and let compromise be part.
© miriam ivarson
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