Hillie's imagEnation: Musings and thoughts about life, family; poetry, family, prose; illustrated with photos & digital art

BLISS
by Hillie © 2001

Bliss
Utter
And complete
Bliss

Dreaming
Floating
Mice scurrying
Tail twitching

Hearing no-one
Seeing nothing
All the world's
Mine

Only sensing
That world
Only I
Know

Frosted window
Warm sun
Cosy carpet
Utter bliss

THE DAY THE MUSIC DIES
by Hillie © 1997

Music lives and dies in the soul
She can bring it to life,
others kill it
How to resurrect
those notes of life?
Only one can do that - the composer
but he seems to have gone
on a long holiday
somewhere
Somewhere where the notes live
where music lives
Oh, that he would pack them all up
and bring them back with him

She can't resurrect them
Only he is the resurrection of
the music that died so long ago
the music that died in tears illness and suffering
We await the day

DAY DIES INTO PEACE
by Hillie © 2001

End of day
End of life
What's it about
End of strife?

But there is more
Somewhere more
Somewhere else
Beyond, before?
I sit I muse
I know there's more

When will it be
As I had hoped
Better, better
Still better for me?

Fifty... Sifting
Through the years of my life
For a grain of meaning

Looking for peace
Looking for the day
Looking for the day
To die into peace

THE ROAD AHEAD
by Hillie © 1997

I'll wait and see your hand
in all this, O Lord -
Wait to see what you are going to weave
Out of the tumbled threads of life
Out of other threads from others' lives as they mingle with mine.
Will the colours be drab or bright?
Will the threads be strong or weak?
Will the pattern inspire and delight or shock and depress?
Where will this lead me?
Where will your hand take me?
Will this change in the air change
things for me?
I want to see the path broaden for me
I want to see the way straightened for me
So that I can see the road ahead
that you have up ahead for me

Open the door
Unlock the gate
Swing wide the entrance
to better things
Is this possible?
Will it happen?

THE DAPPLED CANOPY
by Hillie © 1997
I'm so glad you're my God
And that you care for me
Your hands prepare the way ahead
Your arms come round and take me
to yourself
I can come in and feel I have a place
with You
You prepare a way ahead for me
You go and prepare for me a place
You make room for me in
that place, that niche, that Kingdom.
The Kingdom seems so big but
I know it's made up of just you
Just you and all the love and caring
You have stored up for me in
that place, that niche, that shelter.
I can come away, come aside when I
come apart and fall apart.
Your warmth and love and tenderness
Draws me in and to yourself -
to those quiet places, peaceful shelters,
welcome hideaways
Like those of my schooldays in the lantana
- that canopy of dappled, gentle light
where softness and tenderness and
quietness replaces all the strident voices,
the angry decibels, the subtle inuendos
meant to hurt and manipulate and coerce.

Dear God, you understand us all but at
this moment it is the fact that you understand just me that draws me aside.

TO MUM ON MOTHER'S DAY
by Hillie © 2002
These roses from my garden
Are yours to treasure and keep
To remind you of the fragrance
and grace of your life
We've been blessed to reap
As far as I'm concerned
You'll always be a mother
Who's beautiful and kind
More loving than any other
That's why I'm sending you this card
(better late than never!)
Just to let you know, dear Mum ~
You're in my heart forever!

(Given with a card with photo of roses
from my garden)

90th Birthday poem
and
My Tribute to My Mum

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