HELLO GOD
Hello, God! Here I am again,
to thank you for your many gifts...
the sun, the moon and stars at night,
and oceans with the sand that shifts;
and love, and family, friends and those
who fill our lives. And the lovely rose...

I thank you for Your love and mercy
through Your Son, who loves us so.
I ask that you keep my loved ones safe
and guide them through this life's tableau.
For those who are in pain, and grieve
I ask for balm, and Your reprieve.

Help me to understand the warp
of joy and sadness, dark and light,
that makes our tapestry of days
and tears the fabrics of our life.
And may I always see Your path
that leads to this life's aftermath.
Amen.           © Joyce P. Hale

PROMISES TO KEEP

There are vows I made to myself this morn as daylight crept into my mind,
promises lost that I mean to keep, and hopes that my heart must find.
Down to the ocean my feet must fly and thrill to the secrets of waves;
into the valleys and mountains deep to learn the voice of the caves.
My heart shall follow the unicorn to the hidden lakes and dells,
the fairys light will throw flowers bright; I will follow but never tell.

I will wish on a falling star at dark, and tell not a soul but the moon;
stand in awe as the forest weeps and the winds in the willow croon.
I'll remember when laughter and love was all, and wishes were dreams come true;
when I danced and danced, and danced some more, as the myths around me flew;
when song was the only language I knew, and I lay in the lap of wonder!
I promise myself, tonight I'll fly and remember when dreams were younger.
© Joyce P. Hale

I Never.....

I never climbed the mountains grand that tower over valleys low,
that reach into the heavens high and man with fear and awe bestow.
I've never plumbed the ocean's floor or waves alive with teeming life,
the coral reefs and underworld with size and shapes and colors rife.
I've yet to take to air alone on billowed cloth or gliding span,
and probably will not ever do all things that searching mankind can.

But I have had a tiny babe wrap reaching fingers 'round my thumb,
and had the warmth of love enfold me in its arms when day is done.
I've seen the golden orb of life break forth beyond the ocean's spray,
and linger casting awesome skies for all to see at end of day.
I've watched the tiny hummingbird of fearless size in hovering flight;
and seen the wild river gallop through the gorge from fearsome height.

And so if now my God should choose to say my time is up, and call...
Why, I could calmly take His hand, for I have had it all.
© Joyce P. Hale

LOST

I cried, and the colors of sky and sea
blended, and tainted the hues of my heart.
I wept, and the melody of the blue
sprang forth and tore my being apart.
The tears of my soul joined the river's flow
and swept to their fate in the ocean blue;
the wind in the trees echoed my despair
as I whispered my story of losing you.
© Joyce P. Hale

LIFE CHANGES

For years I chased the rainbow's gold, and rode the carousel so gay
to try to catch the fabled ring, and sought to capture the sunbeam's ray.
My footsteps, intent on keeping up, bypassed God's beauty on the way.

But then one day I realized that life was not so very long
to miss the scent of flowering blooms and music of the songbirds' song.
My headlong race through days and years would have no meaning when I'm gone.

Now I stop to smell the flowers, enjoy the nights and gaze at the moon,
feel the infinite planets and stars, listen to breezes in treetops croon;
and bask in the warmth and beauty of the comfort of Mother Nature's womb.

Take time to tell someone you love them; never leave caring words unsaid.
Leave the paths of nature the same as it was before it felt your tread.
Let your legacy be love and beauty as your earthly days here wane and ebb.
© Joyce P. Hale

The Edge of the Sea

Melt into the warm soft diamond sand.
Hear the thunderous sea upon the shore.
Feel the roar of waves that roil and foam,
cleansing all the burdens that we bore.

Warmth of fiery sun envelops mind,
seeps into the chambers of the soul.
Heart expands to meet the soaring 'gulls,
and leaps to ride the ocean as it rolls.

The breeze caresses like a languid lover,
lingering on your skin, and will not leave.
The ocean bears a gift - exquisite seashell,
and whispers as its magic it does weave.

A body can renew from salt-sun breezes;
a mind can clarify and feel what's true;
a heart can find its pathway to the stars;
a soul can be alone, and not feel blue.

The ebb and flow of tide is like a heartbeat;
the spray of waves refresh the battered mind;
the seashells promise wisdom and renewal;
here peace and tranquil moments one may find.

The sound of the ocean's footprints on the soul....
here one can fill their cup and make it whole.
© Joyce Petrosky-Hale

MEMORIES

You slipped away from my life one day
like the sun from the coming rain;
silently moving into the past,
and my searching was all in vain.
Your memory wandered through my mind
and heart, and touched my very soul,
but you were gone, and all that remained
was the cold black void of a deep dark hole.

I walk the paths on which we roamed
with laughter, lust and loving eyes,
and wonder when my lover's dream
did change, and donned deceit's disguise.
And so I linger in the corners
of the happy times we knew,
reading the pages of time now past
between the covers of memory's hues.
© Joyce Petrosky-Hale

LOVE - sometimes hidden, sometimes unbidden, sometimes obtuse and unfair;
LOVE - sometimes higher than Mankind aspires, showing us all how to share.
LOVE - sometimes painful - lonely and hurtful - leaving someone sad and cold.
LOVE - always share it! Because you will learn, it always comes back tenfold!!
© 1997 Joyce Hale

Peace - a multi-colored word
sought by those the world around;
but its meaning can be heard
only in the heart's pure sound.
Only when we know the beauty
of the night-sky, black and clear;
hear the howl of the wild wolf,
and feel the blood of the leaping deer.

Only when we allow each soul
all they feel and all they can be,
and know that eyes and hair and skin
are only things our eyes can see.
Peace is the snowfall over the land,
the moonglow in the evening dim.
Open your soul to the Universe -
Peace can only be found within.
© Joyce P. Hale 1998

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