Vanilla Sighs

Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns, Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers, Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes, Prayerful moments trembling, Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises, Mysteries in shadows, embracing – erasing Shades of inspiration, focusing on joys Alive like the dancing winds, traipsing Through autumn, leaves crisp and light – waltzing Colors – boldest scarlet, tangerine and gold, Laughing whispers who respond to the skies Rich with cerulean grace, risking the lazuline lines In attractive fogs, mists rising over the mountains Where memories blur the past with now, Lighting the way for passions to cry out… Inside the wall of pines, which could tell of so much more Than memories could hold, more laughter, More love, more entreaties to God who knows us Like the ordinary groanings, who release burdens Too heavy for souls, too difficult for moments when Blessings rain down through the tears, Liquid prayers, alive with feelings and fears, Enemies of perfection but best friends with relinquishment, Fulfilling wishes, bold and pleasant as the stars Winking at the moon, holding burdens too heavy With inklings of fiery melodies, tender Like the noon when bees travel from rose to lily, Milking the nectar, fostering frames – tiny Gospels told by those who remember the sting, Singing through the song, revealing Purpose in the hurt, when the tingle – the throbbing Inspires light to fade, weakening, dying … Insipid, gushing, rhapsodizing a night when stars hide, Exposing the naked truth – just like the sun Who births light and reveals every new dawn, baring With it – a beautiful far more soothing than the moon’s, A beautiful that abides in the new day, the new smile, The newness of a hope, a prayer, a dream… Releasing vanilla sighs to signal the moon That, yes, oh yes… It is time for rest, time to test the skies Who are eternally blessed with God’s wondrous light!