Exile

 

The winter comes late

The exile to much for my heart, to wait

on light of distant stars, to wait on

the first snow: footprints marked -

 

Long, long the passing

of days, the gate stands unmoved by

warmth of hand, so too my heart

that seeks you where sorrow’s

chamber stands

unbeating - in long hope

of flesh upon my brow: open once more

a season now, of your long night song, sung

beyond gate; behind chamber door

- winter come, come

  once more

 

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

Soul with Intention

 

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.  We are all meant to shine, as children do.  We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”     Marrianne Williamson

 You are a fabulous human being – be who you are met to be.  If you are a writer, write with all your heart and emotion.  If you are a dancer, dance as if the world turned because of your movement.  If you are a singer, sing in harmony with nature and your heart song.  Whatever your calling – remember to listen to that calling and fulfill your true purpose.  There is no tomorrow as wonderful and marvelous as today.  There are no words, dance or song as beautiful and as meaningful as yours.   And if you are a lover, and we are all lovers, love like it was the very breath that gave you life…..

signed…………bkmackenzie

 

 

 

Awaiting Winter

unto time must given

I spend

at late without passion felt –

stars appear now

and again

finding home, yet

just a resting place

for tears

gathered between

a dusk and daybreak –

fault I find none

no court to be assembled

verdict but my own -

freedom it lies

heartlessly awaiting

the first call of winter

timeless still – for the first

touch of spring

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

 

Sipping Autumn

 

 

 

I sip the leaves one by one

falling from autumn’s trees

the Cabernets and Burgundies

Shiraz and Merlots;

tasting the wind in-between each sip

to wipe my palette clean

and breathe in the woody and perfumed air

once grassy, lush and green

 

I sip the leaves one by one

as autumn days pass by

and give my heart to my love 

beneath the autumn sky –

 

bkmackenzie

Copyrighted 2008

 

OZ (for Judy)

 

OZ

carry me back to OZ
I have been away too long
my home maybe Kansas, but
OZ is where I belong

not since ’39
have I heard the Munchkins sing
the Lion he must be lonely
how I miss that cowardly King

the Tin Man must be rusted
the Scarecrow lost his mind
so, carry me back to OZ
my childhood I need to find

the Wizard he is waiting
I know I heard him call, to
free the Horse of Many Colors
shackled in his stall

the Wicked Witch does not scare me
nor monkey’s flying on the wing
good Glinda will be there to greet me
and protect me from everything

in Kansas the wind is blowing
everything still black and white
and, yes it may be my home, but
let me walk that Yellow Brick Road tonight –

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008