Unlock Your Soul Author: Jane Lynahan Karklin

Carry me down to
that river of my dreams
where moonlight casts its
spell upon the water.

Stars in the night sky
glittering like diamonds
speak of our radiant
home so far away.

Here we are all still
hiding in our darkness –
what a deep, sad lonely place,
not where we want to be.

Unlock your soul and breathe in nature’s glory –
The gentle force within us all
awaits the coming dawn.

© August 10, 2012 Jane Lynahan Karklin. Unauthorized duplication of this material without express and written permission from this author  is strictly prohibited.

Good Morning Author: Ivy Ford DeShield

Awaken and rise
Great Mother Beast
Your tasks ahead

Are too great in number
And wholly splendor
For me to bear

Your infinite beauty
Pregnant in a single, undressed petal
Your majestic vision
Proudly born by the massive oak
And your unflawed wisdom
The superior mark of the queen honeybee

Awaken and rise
My Beloved Sovereign
There is much to be done
Let the hermit rest
Throughout the day
For nought depends upon him
Sun sky moon
Nor valley
Need his ready approval
Or steady hand

But your gifts are precious
Oh Infinite Dowager
And presence most remarkable
In every bloom
And twinkle
Rush and rumble
Hush and quake

Dear Natural Mother
Only grant me this – worlds to conquer
While I leave you
To gift miracles of loveliness
And kiss mountain flowers
Good Morning.

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A Song for Emma ( Emma Lee Ford, 1919-2011) Author: Ivy Ford DeShield

Train/whistle/stop Train/whistle/stop
Miss Mary Mack – all dressed in black

Twenty-four buttons down her back
She asked her mother for fifty cents
To see the elephant jump the fence

The matriarchs of the community
Form a closed circle on the platform
As the first car pulls out of the station
Their vocals crescendo around us
A familiar song – a well-known hurt
This is not the first time they have
Gathered together and sounded in unison
Remembering one of their Beloved

Unlike most other folk
They have withstood the test of time
From nursery rhymes to soulful laments
Cornered between faith, ritual and rite
Horse-drawn buggies to sleek sedans
Leading mules and men – sunup to sundown
As one century meets the next

Old age is not cumbersome
To this group – when they look upon each other
The faded lines of youth linger still
And their memories ever so vivid
That they grieve impressively and wantonly
Clinging to each other as the caboose fades into the distance
Train/whistle/stop
Train/whistle/stop

Miss Mary Mack – all dressed in black
Twenty-four buttons down her back
She asked her mother for fifty cents
To see the elephant jump the fence
He jumped so high
He touched the sky
And never came back

As the minute hand will cease to tick
So the chime will silence on a scheduled hour
And like their Beloved
They will one day ride the rails to nirvana
But the matriarchs stand steadfast – together – against fate
Willing the world to push them beyond the edge
Before the whistle blows

The circle opens now as each of the women depart
Tradition will not allow them to speak of this day again
Nor will they turn for one last look
Their Beloved has jumped the fence
And will touch the sky
For all of eternity

Train

Whistle

Stop.

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