Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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Tall Tales

There are those who often speak of the past. . .
of days gone by. . .the memories of far away
in a distant time; never to be seen again
the same old stories retold, again, so vivid, so grandeur of yesterday . . .

I used to become bored of these repeated stories…of good old days, told so often in bragging manner…then one day i realized, the past is seemingly all some people have left of their world to bring them zest. . . a tall tale to tell…to reminisce may bring much pleasure to those whose generation is fatefully becoming an unrelenting victim of extinction at an alarming rate.

So now, when I hear a retelling of a same old story…I listen patiently and laugh again…or cry again…or comment with interest…
and I try to bring some newness and something of life to look forward to the teller of the stories. . . for I realize they have somewhere, somehow…lost their vision of their tomorrows…for their tomorrows are by virtue of time and space…limited and coming to a closure in the not so distant future…

And I am reminded. . .in all senses of common sense that my past days now really do out number my future days of life as I
now know it…and this ratio will grow with each passing day . . . so  I strive to live a life NOW which will enable me to have lots of tall tales to tell…tomorrow…

But most importantly, I strive to live a life NOW that cultivates a love connection with others which may, if I’m blessed, encourage them to listen…to my tall tales…in my tomorrows…

Today…let us give thanks and appreciate the elderly. They are so often unappreciated; yet… they paved the way.

CordieB.

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The Sands of Ebony Time

The Sands of Ebony Time, Photo Courtesy of CordieB and G; AKA GLove

The Sands of Ebony Time Shows on My Face
The bitter – sweetness of life and love leaves its trace
From whence an infant of purity and subtle innocence
To the ageless beauty of a woman’s essense
The lines shown around my deep brown eyes
Map a life of much laughter, joys and cries
My hands are wearing down like melten butter
From years of living love; caring for self and others

The expressions on my face reflect so clear
Wisdom and insight gained throughout the years
Living and loving through thick and thin
Embracing God’s grace and mercy of love within

Sharing my gift of love with countless souls
Experiencing the allness of life as time takes its toll
On the temporary shell for my spirit as life’s novel reveals
More mysteries for the heart; if my Creator so wills

Reeping the blessing of so many souls
Gracious of the puzzle that makes life whole
For me as the time passes so quickly it seems
Like only yesterday, I dreamth my very first dreams

As the sands of time harmonize with the winds of fate
that causes all soul’s shells to disinigrate and dissipate
but love and the inner soul survives, energizes and recreates
Thus the cycle of life recycles to invigorate . .

The newborne babe who starts life anew
Through his eyes and cries he reaches out to me and you.
In the eyes of the young we realize life’s wonders beginning again;
Awsomely, were all intricately weaved in a bigger plan . . .

To ensure that love for life continues on . . .
By sharing love, wisdom and knowlege when we inspire and pass on. . .
the Hands of Ebony Time’s blessed love-life seed
To all kindred spirits whose souls we feed.

~Written By CordieB.

PS.  If you read this on my pictorial blog; it has changed somewhat.  Of course I didn’t change one of my most dearest reader’s favorite line in the poem.  I write this to remind us that although age takes its toll on the body, love and time makes the spirit stronger indeed.  Pass on your love and embrace the love of others to ensure that your spirit remains strong yet gentle.  For one sweet day when the spirit’s shell is ready for rest, you will find peace, joy and comfort in the love you’ve given and received. 

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

Dreams Deferred

Contemplating – Courtesy of G and Cordieb.  Share and Share Alike!
What happens to our dreams deferred?
Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .
Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .
By the sands of time which can’t be defied?

What happens to our dreams alas. . .
which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .
or hold at bay for a better day
Do they await our return or simply fade away?

What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?
Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves
Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland
Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .

In the heart and soul of another child-like spirit . .
with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit
Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face
And abandon not its saving grace

Allow not our dream to become deferred
Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .
For without our love, passion, and concern
Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .

Yet the dream will one day find another
Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover
And the dream will lovingly reciprocate
But sadly for us, it will be too late;
Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.

~Written Especially for my Daughter Crystal and all you other dreamers out there, by CordieB