Category Archives: Poetry

On Misty Mornings in the Mountains- I Stand



I look out my bedroom window early each morning. The trees are barren, like skeletons standing tall, a season of death, life is nowhere to be found.

The trees stand guard like soldiers, unwavering, holding true to their purpose.

A foggy mist fills the hollar and the trees are barely visible.

Each morning is different. Each morning I draw open the blinds, not knowing what will be laid out before me.

I identify with the trees

I stand

When the howling winds blow I can hardly endure the pressure. I feel weak

I cannot go on anylonger


I stand

The icy cold, unbearable at times, I long for warmth, for protection

Where are the leaves that clothe me in fairer times?

Naked, alone

I stand

The fog so sick I cannot see, I am confused, disoriented, lost


I stand

Until one day the fog lifts, the cold departs and once again

I bloom!

Bursting forth with life, I am stronger!

Thank you wind for strengthening me
Thank you cold for deepening my roots
Thank you fog, for greater clarity

I stand

Wisdom and truth my companions

My Happy Place Tonight


Va Beach Sunrise


The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give

gifts and withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,

and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

Mary Oliver
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In the Longing


“A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one’s own summer routine, so that, looking out on the gray skies, one says not only, ‘What time of year is it?’ but, ‘What time of life am I in? Where am I? What am I doing?”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, North to the Orient


About three quarters of the way through each season we find ourselves in a state of deep longing. In the throes of winters harsh, howling winds, bone chilling cold, forced stillness and muted hues of blues, greys and browns we find ourselves longing once again for the palette of soft pastels and warm, gentle rains of spring. When all returns to life, the earth bursting forth, new birth.

Spring, our senses awakened! The aroma of hyacinth, spring rain and new green springing forth from the warm earth. Songbirds announcing the arrival of yet another year, a new beginning, new opportunities, a beautiful gift.

The warm summer breeze blows in , life is in full swing. The earth is bursting forth with life. Fireflies illuminate the warm summer sky, a magical display. Barefoot walks in the woods, cool mountain stream a resting place for the weary traveler.

There is nothing mundane here. Sensory overload it seems.

Then autumn winds blow. A bittersweet reminder of whats to come, the blow lessened by the magnificence of golds, reds, yellows and orange. Like paint splashed a large canvas. Wool sweaters, gathered around the fire. Bright blue skies and crisp, cool days spent exploring. A beautiful transition into rest.

And finally, winter! That first snowfall. All is blanketed in white. So still, the world at peace. The silence at times is deafening, yet winter is a welcomed time of quiet contemplation, stillness, a time to reflect and recharge.

Just as each of the seasons bring a deep sense of longing, we too experience that same sense from deep within our spirit.

The longing seems to increase as the days go by, the sameness and seemingly unchanging world around us is a much deeper reflection of a trasformation within.

To find myself at peace, resting in the knowing that there is a new just on the other side of the discomfort and discontent, the knowing that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, there is a deeply relevant purpose in the here and now.

The longing continues and I realize that without the coldness and isolation of winter how will I truly appreciate the warmth and newness, the hope that spring offers? And that hope fulfilled as I am given the summer where all is alive! Thriving. And again back to autumn, the transition, where I am gently brought back to rest and quiet, the rich warmth of color softens the blow.

This is counting it all joy. This is flowing freely and lightly in the unforced rhythm of grace, of life.

So the longing? It will never leave, as it shouldn’t but act as a catalyst propelling us into new seasons of growth and change.




I thought I knew you, open heart, a man of risk.

Your eyes spoke of hope, a child like wonder, together we would fly.

We ran, we dared to dream

Wide open and unafraid I ran toward the cliff, the moment had come

I leapt, arms wide open off into the unknown

A sense of wonder and excitement overtook me.

I glanced to my left and to my right

You were no where to be found

I looked behind me, and there you stood

Head down, alone on the side of the cliff.

I tried to go back, to grab hold your hands and take you with me.

You turned your back, just out of reach.

I wept, alone, betrayed

You made your choice.

And now

I fly


But  wait! I am not alone!

Surrounded by a new sense of adventure

What’s this in the distance? There are others! They too leapt

We fall into formation, unity and a deep knowing.

We are headed home


A peace floods my soul, yet sadness lingers.

Mourning for the ones

who refused to fly.




Where are you? Alone I weep…in quiet solitude.

Replaying segments of my life, a torture chamber of loss.

The wind of your spirit swirls around me like a cyclone
unable to break through the barrier, the barrier that I created to stay safe and secure.

I want you, I need you, i’ve got to have you!

Yet something inside rages like a blazing inferno, screaming!

I can do this alone!

I am strong, and weakness is not acceptable…please go.

Oh how I desire you, don’t leave.

Confusion…My soul ripped in two.


The rain comes, first a trickle, then a steady down pour…at last a deluge.

The waters begin to wash away the invisible film around me, that keeps me bound…the perceived protection.

The water pools at my feet,then saturates every inch of my body

it’s coolness awakens me.

AWAKE! AWAKE! Daughter of zion! Rise up!

AWAKE © Melody Perez -

Slowly I awaken. Through a cloud of deep unconsciousness I begin to see.

I stretch my arms, reaching them high to the heavens.

His radiant light beams down upon my face, I am alive once again.

You have awoken love in me!


A most unlikely symbiosis.

A love complete.

I will trust

You are here

You never left

Fairest Among Men


Fairest Among Men
by Amy Reschman Foote

I sat at your feet heart shattered and torn.
alone in this world, why had I ever been born?

I saw hope in your eyes as I looked up from the floor
My heart skipped a beat like never before

You picked up the pieces of my heart and began
healing and mending as only you can.

I lay crying, afraid, do I dare trust again?
Your love overtook me, my fairest among men.

Your kind,tender touch, your mercy and grace
such love and compassion all over your face

I dare, I dare I will trust again
You are my beloved my fairest among men.

You Are With Me


When i feel the warm summer sun shining upon my face, I feel your radiant love illuminating the core of my being.

I know i’m loved

When the gentle winds blow, I feel your presence, your soft tender touch brushing my face.

I know you care

When the rains come, and I feel the cool water pouring over me, refreshing
I know you’ve cleansed me.


When the snow falls gently, covering the earth in a peaceful white blanket
I am still, and know you are God

I feel your presence all around me, assuring me, you are with me…

When the storms rage, heaven torn open, winds and torrential rain battering me on all sides

I dont always feel your presence, the terror surrounding me often overtakes me


When the clouds have parted, and clouds rolled away…the soft stillness again returns.

I realize you were with me all along.

By Amy Reschman Foote
Yes, I am loved