Heart Poetry

Song Of The Heart

When I Was A Girl

When I was girl
I dreamed
of reaching the stars,
and that the sparkle
within me
would be seen,
acknowledged,
loved.

When I was a girl
at home in her soul,
I knew that
the world's glimmer
could not last through
the night.

When I was an angel
speaking to God
I could see
that the world pathways
—of endeavor--
I simply could not tread.

When I became the flower
turning only to the light
—within--
I realized nothing really matters
only love,
and the return to the Spirit
and Mother of All,
in whose arms
I now rest.

So I kiss those hands
for their reaching
and bless that heart
who tried to fit in,
and I celebrate the wings that carried me
to heaven
and then back again,
to the earth
where I was rooted
and new growth found,
in truth,
in the light of the flower
now resting,
just resting,
in love.

My first pastel painting, entitled "First Light"

Perfectly Potted

There's a flower growing in my garden
with whiskers and patterns
of silver and gray streaks
that reach from paw to ear.

She's delicate and sweet
like a rose newly unfurled
and opening to the sun of my love.

Through the Creator's hand
she was perfectly potted
and continues to grow
into the flower,
of my heart.

The Pages Of The Heart

There are pages in your heart
that have never been written upon.
They are clean, clear, as white sand
waiting for their mark of this moment
and all that brings.

There are pages of the inner book
where the deepness of love's wisdom resides;
they have been waiting
for you to turn the other pages
to find
that place,
that center within,
where all is crisp as that untouched sand
and as inspiring as the silver waters
of your soul.

Here, your heart is open
waiting to hear,
waiting to find,
what might be written here
on the pages of a new heart.

"Heart Goddess"
Art by Morning Star

Deer Medicine

Gentle spirit,
with tulip ears,
playing softly
in the long grained grasses
from which
you feed.

Singing to the softness of your own heart
with your playmate close by,
with a welcoming glance towards me
that brings me great joy

before you turn
and all that is seen
is the purest streak of white
upon your tail.

Delicate creature, you stand
in the wilderness of your heart
going to and fro, here and there,
wherever the spirit, of your kind, carries you.

Here, gentle spirit
to remain
pure and free!

The Bow Of Love

Love bent down to listen
to what was in your heart,
and found only good there
—that you wished to impart.

Love then became a rainbow
that bridged the infinite sky,
to bring to others all it had heard,
so that joy could impart
and share its voice
along with all the other rainbow songs
—that are born of the same love.

"Through The Stargate"
Art by Morning Star

Beheld

You are beheld
you are loved.
You are joy.
You are held within Our presence,
no matter where you are
or what you are doing.
Always, you are
held and beheld
within Our love.

So have peace.

Thousand Oaks, California

Blessed By Heaven

On this day
I am blessed by heaven,
blessed by the light
that's shining,
unfolding, within me;

it is touching me
in such a way
that allows me to be free,
to be kind to myself,
to feel loved,
and so completely blessed
by its presence
in this day,
in this way.

Malibu, California

Soul Prints

Gentle stroking of softness and light,
held in one another's arms of loving.

Sweet tender kisses exchanged nose to nose,
soft skin against gentle fur.

Rosebuds dancing before our eyes,
held in one another's gaze
until the time comes when we rest on my pillow,
and there live out our days in undying peace.

These are the marks left on my soul,
the tender kisses that love imprints.

Christie

So You Will Know

My heart leads you
and will carry you upon My feathered breast,
where you are held for eternity.
Just so you will know,
you are held within My cupped hands,
and I will take you wherever it is that
you might go.

And like a chick nestled in her home,
I will feed you the delights of My love
and kind words,
so that you will know
you are here,
held forever within the eternity of My heart.

Artwork & Photography by Morning Star.
Angel and Dove image by istockphotos.
Deer photo, given to me by a friend.