Ramblings by Dawn: October 2011

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Simile

"One of these things is not like the others

One of these things just doesn't belong"

a teaching tool

but what does it teach

to be unique

to be the alike

be the same

be different

i choose not to be a simile

my heart's not the same

my heart its own

i must find my way

to be the same

is to be

much less than

who i am

While there is some comfort in being like others, it is also debilitating. For if you measure according to others you limit your possibilities. No more similes.

Copyright 2011 Ramblings by Dawn. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Hand That's Dealt

one hand

one chance

one life

take a chance

play your chips

stay in the game

the winning hand

goes to the one

who had the courage

to play the game

Too many times we see all the ways to lose. The problem with that, it doesn't allow us to see the way we can win.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Warm Fuzzies

rescue the discarded

collect the forgotten

retrieve the passed over

mend the broken

restore the dismantled

reinvent the expired

breathe new life

new purpose

new pride

simply

add warm fuzzies

In a time when so many people feel they have been discarded and no longer have value, warm fuzzies could change the world.

What are warm fuzzies? Random acts of kindness, words of encouragment, expressions of compassion and love all examples of warm fuzzies. Anything that you do that allows another to experience a warm fuzzy feeling.

Bring on the warm fuzzies.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Flip Side

the sun slowly rises

pushing away the night

shadows of the day ahead

looming before my eyes

dreams transform

becoming possibilities

the fog of sleepy eyes

gives way clearer skies

the mind shifts

from what i desire

to what i can do

what i can be

what i can achieve

this moment

colored with potential

waits for me to

engage

this moment

drenched in hope

waits for me to

take charge

this moment

loaded with energy

waits for me to

wave my wand

this moment

is mine

to change

the world

All too often we get caught in what has always been. We struggle with the muck of the moment. When will look up and change ourselves and the world around us? Today seems like a good day.

Raging Sea

life

the raging sea

tossed about

riding the waves

pulled by the tides

lost in the currents

splash of reality

waves of rejections

drowning in indifference

tossed by indecision

fighting to stay afloat

reaching for

the angry sky

life

Sometimes no matter what you do, life tosses you about. Hang on, ride this out.

The Memory Box

we all have a memory box

to keep our treasures in

the little smiles

the soothing touch

the kind words

the shoulders to cry on

the honesty of a friend

the offered hand

that pulls us up

the kindly kick

that moves us forward

the choices that we make

we all have a memory box

it is called the heart

So often we cling to things to measure our worth in this world, when really we only need look inside our heart. What we find there is indeed what we treasure, for it makes us who we are.

Friday, October 7, 2011

What I Need

money would be grand

a bigger house kinda fun

a newer car would be swell

i'd like to be thinner

i could use some new clothes

want to sleep through the night

there are books

i'd like to read

and movies i'd like to see

places i'd like to go

and things i'd like to do

but when all is said and done

the things that i need most

compassion

understanding

honesty

forgiveness

and

acceptance

most of all

just love

Fall Leaves

autumn approaches

leaves begin to fall

their glory fading

their life nearly spent

a little tattered

a little dry

soon to crumble

into dust

a child looks down

and picks them up

ohs and ahs

giving them glory

calling them pretty

offers a gift

leaves now a treasure

the same is true

of the human heart

it beats and thrives

it bleeds

it aches

tattered and torn

and yet

a treasure just the same

As the leaves cover the ground outside our door, Alexandra is mesmerized. One of her favorite things is to take a walk and pick up treasures. Among her favorite are the leaves. Every leaf she picks up, regardless of its condition is pretty. And every leaf she enjoys giving to others. Though it is a dried up old leaf, it has become my treasure. Why? Because my granddaughter gave it to me with love shining in her eyes.

Although some of us have been wounded and our only a shadow of our former glory, we still have worth. We still have potential to be a treasure, because we still love.

Monday, October 3, 2011

True Colors

i may wear all different colors

i may try for more pizzazz

don't be fooled by your first glance

take time to really look

you'll see my true colors

reflected in my heart

How often do we make judgements about someone based on first appearances? How often do we shy away because of one statement or one action? How many good people, good hearts do we miss because we don't take the time to see a person's true colors?

Are you lettig your true colors shine for others to see?

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Juggling

always moving

always shifting

always up in the air

always busy

always adjusting

trying to show i care

don't let them fall

don't let them fail

don't let them feel the pain

don't let them stumble

don't let them struggle

don't let me wane

i grow weary

i begin to fail

i cannot be their shield

they will fall

they will fail

no matter what i do

no more juggling

no more weary arms

i will instead

help pick them up

dust them off

and love them with all my heart.

We so often try to protect those we love. The truth is we can't spare them the pain. But we can walk beside them. We can help them up. We can love them.