Saturday, April 1, 2017

STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS


STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS

CLEAR VISION

Walking forward- steps sinking in
Unknown sand
Depleted energy, must strive
Forward bound.

Impelled to move- an inner force
Water’s edge
Seen, in the distant horizon
Moving on.

Footsteps heavy-  laboring task
In the mire
Toward, refreshment and completeness
Heavy rains.

Reaching, the water’s- cooling edge
Cleansing sought
To remove, inner filth n’ grime
Water’s depth.

Transparently clear- stepping in
Baptizing
Strides deeper, purifying, each tear
Clear vision.

Depurating- a darkened lapse
Frailty
Degeneration, redefined
Lapse of time.

Conscious freedom- reaching with-in
Surging deep
Devoid, of cold barren dark days
In your mind.
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds






INNER GAIN

Looking forward, to the day
Holding hands, a warm embrace
Breaking clouds dark n’ grim
A glowing light from within.
Our ships have sailed on rocky seas
Stormy gales, seemed no relieve
Upon life’s journey of broken hearts
Open wounds, n’ ripped apart
Torment replacing love once shown
Leaving emptiness, alone and torn.

The sun rises, with warm regard
Upon two souls who’ve struggled hard
To keep afloat during rocky times
Inner strength, together will find
Companionship rooted deep
Due connection, treasured to keep
Mutual admiration found
Deeper than skin, and soul bound.
Wounds turn to scars, which will remain
A reminder to strive toward inner gain.
©Stacia Lynn Reynolds






WOODEN BOAT

In the distant horizon
The eye can perceive,
A lone wooden, crafted boat
Made with chapped hands, upon the sea.
Hands…
Worn throughout the years;
Years of long suffering.
Journeys…
Made the ocean
In which the boat floats upon
With his tears.
Tears…
Some shed in joy
Some shed in sorrow
The ocean which was made,
In solitude he borrows.
The Ocean…
His place of serenity
In which he seeks God.
He drifts with the soft blowing breeze
As the horizon settles;
Burning the sky
With its hues of golden orange
And garnets, that lowlights
The evening chasm on high.
Peace…
Found in the wooden, crafted boat
Afloat upon the ocean of tears;
Thanks God,
For all his various seasons
And his many years.
©
STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS



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