Monday, December 13, 2010


I am a believer
I seek peace in the palsy
I seek grace in the grime
I seek essence in emptiness.

I live.
And I breathe.
So I hope.

I was waiting for a fortune cookie,
directly from heaven and
I received one, but a blank note.
I realize
It’s time perhaps
to wild my tame heart.
Time is rushing past my window
like white snow flakes.
speck by speck, night by day
I gain guts
to achieve
what the world say I cant!
Now, I either find my way or make one.


Jingle Poetry said...

stunning imagery,
your talent rocks.

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Celestial Dreamz said...

Thanks a lot Jingle Poetry. Would love to be a part of your site.:)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Beautiful words of hope and inspiration.
Good luck with all you do.

Best wishes, Eileen

Kim Nelson said...

Filled with wisdom, this one!

Carrie Burtt said...

Celestial your words of hope are beautiful! :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I totally love this poem. It is my favorite of yours so far! I love your qaiting for a fortune cookie from Heaven. I REALLY love "it's time to wild my tame heart". Oh yes it is!!!!!! And I love "time is rushing past my window like white snowfalkes." And "I either find my way or make one." This is the journey. Wow. A great write! More, please!

Anonymous said...

"Time is rushing past my window
like white snow flakes.
speck by speck, night by day" - That speaks volumes to my soul...yumm...I can picture this feeling all too well. Nice take. Check out my post on the prompt if you can.

Jingle said...

awesome job..
keep it up.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

Happy Thursday...
your words inspire...

Ella said...

I love this one; Thoughts that indeed stir one with hope~

Old Ollie said...

I'm all about grace in grime!

Willow said...

Unique descriptive style that is a breath of freshness and works so speak what I wish to convey, so perfectly differently.

Isabel Doyle said...

hope you find your way - thanks for sharing your poem