Tired my Eyes
even though they have not released the angst
my heart feels
Sorrow engulfs me like a blanket
on a cold winter’s morning
sitting alone, my breath is all I feel
Asheville what happened?
Scabs are everywhere
dust, mud, dirty water
while the sky is a brilliant October blue
Red maples struggle to share their brilliance
Birds are seeking fresh water, too.
~Anita Adams 10/23/2024
Close your eyes
Open your Ears
Breathe
Open your Heart
Receive the gift of this moment
the gift of this breath
the wonder that is you
this is my gift.
JC/AA
Comes in the night like a thief
stealing my joy leaving me numb
tears overflowing
exhausted by the sadness
my loved ones lives are nearing the end
I pray that they will not suffer or know pain
and so life’s journey begins its ending
memory lapses, dulled senses, unable to see, hear, read or write – communication comes in the form of food, a hug, a squeeze, a kiss and if we’re lucky, a hearty laugh
the Treasures left behind are the memories we cling to – thank God for the stories, the photos, the letters and poems we will all cherish until it’s our turn
God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Spirit be with them, be with those we love who are nearing their return home
welcome them with open arms to where we all once began as one.
~ Anita Adams 5/19/24
To be kind and patient
To forgive you for forgetting
It’s your mess, not mine
To put on the bandaid
To hold your hand
To tell you I love you
To say goodbye without a Kiss
To listen without interruption because I may forget
To love you through everything
Love, Me
© Anita Adams 4/6/2024
Behind the Mountains
The SUN rises and sets
Without a whisper
Through the Earths’ Soil
a Flower emerges
green, first then straight up toward the sun
Red petals bursting forth – a Poppy
Spring Returns
Blue Birds, Red Cardinals, Yellow Finches, Gray Doves, and Black Crows
Visit the backyard oasis to feast and bathe in the water
each Singing their own song
© Anita Adams 4/5/2024
Jesus, Mary
Beach
Sounds of the Ocean
Seashells
Prayer
Journal
Pen and Paper
Color
Drawing
Creating Art
Gretchen
Creek
Stones
Bicycles
Blue Sky
Mountains
Weeping Willow Tree
Wind
Silence
Car
Rand McNally Road Map
Imagination
Travel
© Anita Adams 3/17/2024
Born, we crawl
Stand, we fall
Speaking, we stumble
Learning, we fumble
Navigating Life’s Ups and Downs
Weaving side to side, we’re lost
Then, found
Re-membering, we Pray
Our Hearts rejoice as we hear, His voice
Soft at first, listening
We grow silent, sit still
Listening deeper, to the One who whispers to every Heart and Soul – “Trust Me”
Breathing in these words
We remember, this Whisperer is the Father, His Voice guides us
He is ALWAYS with us, and in us
He is Home
Ever present, standing close, awaiting our call, he answers, while allowing us to…
…Move at the Speed of Trust.
©Anita Adams 2/8/2024
for what
for whom
ability to see, hear, walk, dance, speak, move
so much to be grateful for
a home
a room
open your eyes, your hands, your heart
look around
where are your feet
resting on the earth, the ground
©Anita Adams 1/28/2024
Refresh
Inhale
Breathe
Exhale
Expand Heart with Breath
Open
New Moment, New Day, New Week, New Month, New Year
Sigh and Whisper your Prayer to the One who knows your Heart, knows your every thought, holds your hands in light and dark.
Blink
12/28/2023
“Photograph from larger Painting in Brussel’s Museum” ~ Eyes Opened @NCTreesPhotography
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