To see where I hide

I have a small corner
with a chair and a cushion
Comfortable, it is a place to hide
albeit in plain sight
It is here that I escape into music
to while away hours lost to rhythm
safe in the knowledge
that this is my place
My sacrosanct
My place to hide
And dream
And breathe

Sedoka week VI (Friday)

6 of 7

Remaining steadfast
we look to hope to save us
with its enduring promise
For it is comfort
a solace to have and hold
for reassurance today

The comfort of home

Swift to the morning
but with comfort of home
the night has slip-slid away
and all of a sudden
(and too soon it seems)
I’m here at the start of the day

My Chair

There’s a place in my house where I sit
and, if I chose to lose myself I can
Be it with reading or writing
or music or game
Sometimes Obi joins me
as it is for him safe haven
when there is something loud downstairs
My little brown comfort blanket
snuggled up and sleeping
in my chair beside me

At one with the sea

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

Comforter

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
keeping me whole

Familiarity (haiku)

Familiar this
my solace and my comfort
Warming like sunshine

Home (haiku)

Home, where my heart is
Comfort at the end of day
in my safe haven

Music III

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
making me whole

Our Prisons, Created by Us

The poem below was first published on my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on July 31, 2018.

In our comfort zone,
We build our fortresses.
Keep out, we shout.
None that are
Not us,

Castle by the Sea

The sun was shining on the bay that day,
And in its radiance I thought I saw the way
To my salvation from this, damn lonely, place.
“Liberation” was written on your face.

You left the beach before I learned your name,
And the memory of your face began to fade
Until that day I found you in the Kyoto snow.
When you gave me your hand, I knew I’d never let go.

Now I Lay Me Down

Now I lay me down to weep.

I Look Up and Rejoice

I have put my trust in God; I look up and rejoice.
To tell of all His praise, I gladly lift my voice.
For He is my Defense, my Comforter, my Guide,
My Shelter from the enemy; in Him I shall abide.

Comfort in Sound

I’m plagiarising something
today, but never mind
‘Cos there’s every best intention
and it’s not meant to be unkind
For I have (as to be honest)
done a thing I often do
Been listening to music
and the sounds I loved and knew

Gold

Awaking to gold
spreading in from the east
like a comfort blanket;
It is my solace, this sunshine.
In its absence I pine like the loss of the sea
But together we live and are as one

Simplicity

A walk on the beach
with time to unwind
is good for the soul
and good for the mind
The air here is clear
and the smell of the sea
is always a solace
and a comfort to me

Happy Mother’s Day

An early rose on Mother’s Day
appropriately there
exuding beauty in its form
combined with love to share
Fragrance subtle, petals frail
A heart concealed, yet strong
with influence and calming
for an early springtime song

One Day’s Grace

 

photo by Debbie

After three very difficult years, people ask me all the time, how on earth did you make it through all that physically and mentally?  My answer was always grace for only one day at a time because that’s all you ever need anyway, no guarantees of another. All I know is God gives us grace when we need it, comfort when we hurt, joy to last the ages, and peace when there is fear.  Just ask for One Day’s Grace and step back and be amazed at how you’ll make through one day at a time at the foot of the cross.

When mountains loom in front of you so high

Crossing raging rivers trying to swim or die.

Raise your voice to Jesus, ask for One Day’s Grace.

That’s really all you need for what you have to face.

We dream of yellow

 

In the gun-metal grey of midwinter
When cold grips vice-like
and, huddled in blankets
we stay cocooned in the warmth
of a fruitcake and hot tea afternoon
and dream of yellow

Constant

 

Life has its moments
Some happy, some sad
But I have my one constant
Of which I am glad
For no matter what
Life can throw at me
One thing never changes
My constant, the sea

The circle

 

I turned a full circle
looking out to the sea
safe in the knowledge
that it’s where I should be

The grey green of the ocean
and me on the shore
I have all that I need here
and could not ask for more

Just Walking

 

Comfort of the ever moving sea
Always waiting there for me
Removes the cobwebs, keeps me free
Just walking on the beach

Always there

 

I’m pleased the sea is always there
because whenever I’m in need
I can take a wander by its shore
and feel instantly relieved
For no matter what life throws at me
as it does from time to tine
The sea acts as a comforter
and makes me feel just fine

Coming Home

 

Returning home from travel
never fails to warm my heart
For it always aches a little bit
whenever we’re apart
It a lot about the ocean’s smell
and the freshness of the air
Something that I always miss
whenever I’m not there

Silent Blessings

Hidden under, Down below

While Gently running Waters stow

Melodies Linger

With my lantern lit
So warm and bright
I will play my fiddle
For your delight

Mother’s Day

Comfort as a reassuring smile
Soft hand upon my brow
Your smile, my calming influence
Remains still with me now

Music

It lifts and refreshes
It adds spring to steps
It soothes and it mellows
The louder it gets