A Poem for a Friend of my Friend

Somewhere,
in what others would call her fall from grace,
she found her freedom.

That choice was hers,
what others decide to remember,
is theirs.

The Universe calls us home,
and each of us will fall, from here to there,
and become more.

Look to the light,
believe in love,
remember in kindness.

Somewhere,
in what others should call her rise to grace
she exists in peace.

© ceenoa

If you went down to the woods today

If you went down to the woods today,
did you walk in sunshine or stand in the shadow?
If you went down to the woods today,
did you dance in the leaves or recline in the wallow?
If you went down to the woods today,
  did you walk on the wide or step on the narrow?
If you went down to the woods today,
will you go back again tomorrow?

© ceenoa

Autumn Leaves (2)

Wordy Wednesday

Sometimes we just don’t hear them,
those little wake-up calls,
our ears are full of cotton wool,
until we take the fall.

We wonder why we stumble,
there was nothing in the way,
our eyes don’t see the rubble,
that we look at every day.

Our voices become loud and brash,
to compete with all the noise,
they lose the art of gentle tones,
when the world seems cold and harsh.

Yet sometimes when we least expect,
we notice all these signs,
that tell us to take stock right now,
lest tomorrow be not kind.

There’s time to change,
to move aside, to take another path,
to listen to the Universe
when it speaks within your heart.

So find your point of happiness
and hold it close to you,
for life is short and fleeting,
so enjoy what what you do.

It may be big, it may be small,
the thing that makes you smile,
what matters is, that in that moment,
you are content and satisfied.

© ceenoa