make no mistake
Here I am
running shoes
Brand new
year
state of the art
momentum
Heading towards
this new
resolution
hearts and arrows
pointing in a new direction
dimensions
ready to turn this page
drinking fine
soul sista
barefoot dreaming
calling me
onto sandy shores
the color of oatmeal
she crabs repenting
of comfortable zones
moon waxing full right before
the cock crows
the clock stricken midnight
two words
Rules broken
Music plays underneath my skin
breathing and stretching into the pain of it all
the sheer bliss
the blessed love of it all
These cards always make me laugh
at my own silliness
these gods smiling
smiling on us
life is for us
me and you
finding each other
for good after all these years
a partridge in a pear tree and
three little birds perched on top of tea lights
making this heart of mine
smile
for miles
traveled and yet to go
bittersweet memes and memories
arrows in this labyrinth facing lovely sunsets
Im Happy
Oh so happy for you
My girl
Just these words…
I love you
and all is right
in this storybook
all will be well
So right
So well
with life
and years
and moons
and this
and that
for now
and forevermore
yes
yes
yes
Amen [selah]
💞
Amy Lloyd December 31, 2017
“And now let us welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.” Rainer Maria Rilke
A THRESHOLD
To bless the year we live in
is to receive its blessings.
Nothing can be contained
but everything can run through us
with a river’s constancy.
Rapids of fresh graces
to renew
our inner springs.
Winds of mercies
blowing out the cobwebs
and airing out our rooms.
The mind’s dusty corners,
and the hearts
defended places
swept with air
as clear as the new year’s
dawn.
To bless the year we open
is to unwrap its fortune.
A thousand different colours,
shapes and forms
yet to encounter.
Not resenting or deflecting
but asking ourselves,
‘What is this I’m holding?’
Treasures found in unforeseen places,
stones that might
be worth more than they look.
Griefs that carve out beauty
hitherto not imagined,
spaces to then fill with more of our joy.
Part of the joy
is anticipating
what is coming.
Standing by the threshold
and then opening.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
New Years Day 2018
life: acoustic & amplified 