Thursday, May 27, 2010
I called you out of the darkness
a soul who became my child.
I don't recall the moment in time
or sleep or daydreams . . .
but I know deep down I did
and now you are here
a soul in body tangible
with cells and genes much
like my own.
I did not know the form
you would take
or how I would feel when I
looked into your shining eyes
that first moment
and all the moments to come
in our lives together
but I want you to know
today and forever
that your life was not a mistake
nor a wanton windblown excuse
You are all I asked for
you have shown me who I am
so many times and helped me face
my truth, my strengths, my weakness,
my sorrows and my joys.
You have grown through
all your pains and asked me
"Why was I born ?"
as you struggled
for your human heart.
But I know . . . yes, I know.
You are my promise, my blessing.
You were born to be my Child
and I was born to love you.
Joanne Cucinello 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
when I first saw you
that perhaps you'd be the one
I remembered thinking that way
once before and I was wrong
so wrapped up in my loneliness
I just took a chance with someone new
that someone to fill the empty space
I guarded with my heart
but that space
stayed empty even when he held me
even when we kissed . . . I heard no bells
we smiled and walked together
it was nothing more than passing time
I had to taste your kiss
bold as I was, I did it, kissed your lips
I couldn't wait
for you to steal the chance
that night, I had to know if it was true
Your lips, so soft, so warm
made stars came out behind the moon
that kiss . . . made all the world stand still
, , , and then I knew.
Joanne Cucinello 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
She has fallen, yes.
We see her lying there, down deep
at the bottom,
but she struggles not.
“Grab the ropes!” we shout.
“Someone . . . anyone
go down there and bring her up!”
We call to her, we shout
“Hang on . . . help is coming!”
But we listen and we look . . .
she struggles not.
We stop . . . we listen . . . hear an echo
She is singing soft, a lullaby.
We stop . . . we look now deeper.
A shadow . . . of another form
is lying there beside her
and she stokes his soft unknowing hair.
“You are my beloved”
we hear her whisper, but the form lies
still and cold beside her.
“Hang on . . . help is coming!” we shout again
and drop the rope.
“Help is coming!” but she struggles not.
“Move away” a young shining stranger says,
“I am going down.”
And as he makes his long descent
light surrounds him,
glowing embers flutter down upon her face.
“Lift your eyes, Mother. Lift your arms.
Come with me . . . grab the rope..
I will carry you . . . as once you carried me.
you cannot wake my shadow
for I live in light now. . .
You will not find me here.”
“Mother, I am always with you.
Like the branches of one tree,
you and me.
When you sing . . . I sing.
When you cry . . . I cry.
With your happiness . . . I shine and dance with glee!”
“Mother, set me free.
Let go my shadow and you will hear my voice again
Your heart will see me dance . . .
and you will know that I am
just a breath away.
Joanne Cucinell0 © 2006
Venus Child, earth-bound spirit of form and beauty....
Toil as you will this Earth,
which rouses your unbending passion to make real.
Take this clay and mold for us the vision of our life gift
as you unfold the hidden treasures of our finite world.
Teach us to value all that is good and beautiful
and to use the riches of the earth with reverence.
We walk on the dust of our beginnings,
yet our path is a journey to the stars.
© Joanne Cucinello 2004
*** this is a poem from my book
"Constellations . . . a Collection of Heavenly Poetry"
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