Thanksgiving Monday

Reflections.

Silence of the soul

Sound of healing

Gentle touch

Of companionship

Communication

Without words.

 

Shutting the door

Brief moment of peace

Living life

In the moment

Without any pressure.

 

Letting everything flow

At it's own speed and pace

Like water lapping

Against the shoreline.

 

Knowing

Your presence is

Always there

When needed.

 

As my body

And soul recharges

To face the world

Once more.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

"Silence of the soul; Sound of healing" and "Like water lapping; Against the shoreline."

Wow. Just… Wow.

[therisa]

Thank you, Momzilla. This poem just came to me, before noon.

[MomzillaNC]

Wonderful lines. Really.

[therisa]

Thank you, Momzilla, I get some inspiration moments, from time to time.

[MomzillaNC]

I write lines and inspirational ideas in my notebook all the time. I come back to those notes again and again and often pull poems from them.

[therisa]

Myself, I'm more an intuitive writer, writing what feels right, at that particular time and moment. Often not knowing, what I've written, will make senses to those, who read it.

[MomzillaNC]

I write like that too. And, all those little inspirations I store up are entirely intuitive.

[therisa]

I find doing that stops the creative process, for me. As I got a huge file, in my gmail account, for this.

[MomzillaNC]

Sounds like your doing the same thing digitally that I do manually. :)

[therisa]

I do both, the overachiever that I am. ;P

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Nice I Enjoyed this piece I have a good friend
on here that is from Canada a follower of Christ.



I know that y'all have Thanks Giving in October
I am in America been living in Northern Georgia
14teen years now.



I hope you had a blessed Thanks giving Holiday

thank you for sharing this wonderful piece.


Blessings. Benita

[therisa]

Thank you, Benita, for your kind words, in the review. I had quiet and peaceful Thanksgiving, with my three cats. In a way, this poem is, a "thank you" to them, for the comfort and support, given over the past year. Every day, I thank them, before going to sleep, for their love and acceptance of me, as I am.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome. well it looked interesting I am always interesting in others traditions and how they do them in different countries but there is many different cultures in my family :)

[therisa]

The holidays were, a time of gathering of the family, on my dad's side. Where dutch and Canadian dishes were served, side by side. Sadly, this has stopped, since the death of my oma, in 1996. Cousins would travel, from the US and other parts of Canada, to be there.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

was this your Mother or grandma sorry hope its ok I ask?

[therisa]

Oma is dutch for grandmother. It's ok, Benita. Her death hit my dad harder than me, as she died from cancer. I was one of her pallbearers. I do miss her, everyday, for her warmth and gentleness.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

I lost a Aunt to cancer I did a poem dedicated to ones that past of Breast cancer and are struggling with it now this is breast cancer week of October. ah ok I know how it feels to lose someone but most are very Emotional with speaking of it so I am careful it can be a Tender subject

[therisa]

It was my opa's death, on my 14th birthday, which hit me, very hard. He had a massive heart attack. It took over a year, for my healing from his death. Please feel free to share, if you want, Benita.