Soul Moments 2002

Glimpse of my Life by Lucy Richardson I've climbed many mountains and rested on hills, I've found myself in rivers I could not swim, I have felt as the old trees barren and grim, Yet at times as pretty as the sunset and the flowers on the hill. I've climbed this mountain somewhere within; Fell off its rocks and started again, Never quite reaching the highest peak, Perhaps when I reach it and touch its snow capped peaks, I will have found some peace within.

When I Needed Her Most... by Lucy Richardson When I was a child, "there she be," Always there to hold and to comfort me; To kiss a booboo and make it well To share in fishing and riding my bike Catching that snowball we let fly! Tucking us in then pull up the quilt She always worried, "I could get a chill." Mom was there, just when I needed her the most...   First loves, cars, motorcycles, wrecks and sorrows Mom was always there to pick up the pieces Just when we needed her the most...   Now marriage and grandchildren are her delight To share in their lives feeling she is needed the most "After all," she is thought to be the expert in these fields Having raised six sons of her own and knowing... "Well," they could not do without her advise so good or bad She assumes mom is needed the most.   Even though they are grown with family, children and homes of their own "It's still there," the knowing, mom will be there when we need her the most... She shares in our happiness, cry's in our sorrow and tells us, "I love you!" Letting us know she is proud and assures that mom will always be there Just when we need her the most...   When mom is finished with her journey here on earth We can still find her, "just when we need her the most." We just need but to call back those loving memories of times gone by; Of our happiness and of our sorrow Remembering those little moments that we've spent together; Those little words we've spoken to each other Then, "low and behold," mom's around, just when we need her the most...

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Eve's 2002 Affirmation Collage

Lunana Gerardis & James Fountain   To quote James, "Av as Cupid you rock!" You see it happened just this way... While James and I would chat the afternoon away over coffee at the Break Espresso about our; journaling, my art, our writing interests, my poetry and our shared interest in Emerson's philosophies a vivid image of Luana would pop into my head as my inner voice naggingly, guided me forward. Of course, vice versa when I would visit with Luana... Av as Cupid, "May the days you share be blessings. May the memories you make be your treasures. May the happiness you give to each other be something you will never be able to get enough of." ~ Namaste

Chiesa Irwin was born in Long Island, NY, and used to sing folk in Greenwich Village. Her travels led her to Sydney, Australia and then to Northern Queensland, where she spends a lot of time writing poetry and working on a book. Chiesa and I made our 2002 Soul Moment connection via Soul to Soul a web site that features poets from many different places and backgrounds who share a high regard for humanity and belief in the power of the pen to uplift the human heart. http://home.earthlink.net/ ~mjoneve/sub.html

THE WOMAN OF BRUTE by Chiesa Irwin Watched by a silent madonna bathed in flickering votive light a woman humming a song fixing a meal scolding children awaits her husband who on arriving sheds his army coat his phone his gun bringing in the smell of outside he sits at the table serving the meal she watches him eat remembering her mother said he was a good catch later when welcoming him into her arms he watches the phone for a flickering light the resting brute with mechanical weapons and physical force sleeping in the marriage bed dreams he is lucky stirring at the soul's midnight the woman in her bed thinks of close neighbors silently confronting the spectre of graves and bombed houses of unclean people who are tramping out of their lives so they can live in peace as one prideful nation the brute sleeps on while the woman's soul beats sad tears as the rising sun of another day lights her room the madonna is crying.