October 4, 2011

Excerpt from  October 4, 2011

by Teri H Hoover

This quilt was made as a way through grieving
after the death of my 21 year old nephew on October 21, 2009.
The full poem is on my blog  A small stone Gathering   

I picked this quilt up from the quilter on October 4-
it would have been my nephews 23rd birthday. 

We miss you Stephen-

From Virginia Tech Recovers April 16, 2007

The Earth Holds Us All

 

Williamsville NY - July 2009

Oh Very Young by Cat Stevens

(right click link, then select "open in new tab",  for music to play while you read)

Today's poetry prompt (link below) allowed time to look at the Earth as an element (as in Water, Earth, Wind and Fire ).

I thought my walk would be the perfect time to think about the today's prompt. I envisioned thinking deeply about the earth being there for my feet to walk upon, and how the earth recycles; leaves and rain into flowers and life.  But almost immediately I was thwarted by happy neighbors out enjoying the sun, big dump trucks, unruly dogs that upset my dog causing bathroom issues; which in turn had me short on bags for clean up, and a closed path (that I keep forgetting about). Perfection ruined... 

So tonight as I think about perfection ruined~ my thoughts were pulled more darkly to the summer of 2009. The photo above is of the "Buffalo cousins" playing croquet outside my parents kitchen window-without Stephen. Stephen lay in a coma waiting. Stephen was injured July 16, 2009 and passed into his new life, at the age of 21, on Oct  21, 2009. It still is a crushing memory- this blog was started during that time and is dedicated to him. May God continue to slow our impatient hearts and keep our hearts open to love.

 Inkseeds Poetry Prompt April 7, 2011- Earth 

An explanation- I had in mind to write about the beautiful spring day I experienced while walking upon the earth-but that is not what happened... 

Does the still naked oak long for the willows leaves?

Does the pine wish for flowers the world could see?

Does the dogwood wish it could bloom before the cherry?

While the Earth Resists Nothing

By an open door~

My shirted pink back upon a rugged floor

Back of tired eyelids rest upon blue irises,

And the wants of a black dog go unheeded.

But oh dear sweet earth,

please heed my call ...

Hold me lightly in your palm.

Embrace my impatience as it drains from my heart~

into the bent knees and outstretched arms,

out through my bare souls.

Releasing light into root shafts-

hair spread out in a halo.

Take this sin away in a landslide of love,

Wash it away, consume it in fire,

I want to hear the gentle breeze whisper me home.

Loosening tightness.
Letting go of what I want to see,

so I can see what is.

Inviting the spirit of patience, the rhythm of balance
  into my over protected heart.

Last Years Path

Black Creek NY- July 27, 2009  

I was walking

toward

the 

saddest 

oversight

 I have 

ever

made.

I tell myself I could not have known.

I tell myself my love was true.

 We held your hand,

We touched your face.

I kissed your forehead.

My heart is filled  with tears-

We should have stayed.