Barefoot
Before I met you
I only saw the path straight ahead
Daily you show me
Highways and byways.
You taught me
To kick off my shoes
And dance barefoot in the sand.
Imagine the footprints
Together we could leave on life!
© Rosalie Miller 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Monday, November 27, 2006
Boss
I have a boss I do not like
Who rules my life
With an iron fist
Who rules my mind
With an iron fist.
This sinking feeling sucks me down.
My boss builds walls
To keep me in
Oh God,
I feel my strength is gone,
And I comply.
I bow my head
And walk, one foot in front
And then the next
I stay inside the concrete walls
The cardboard walls
The imaginary walls
I have no strength to break.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Monday, August 7, 2006
Boxes
This is God
This little box
Introduce yourselves
“Hello there”
This is God.
Then my box meets your box
And my box
Must expand.
And so the process repeats
From birth to death.
What remains to me at the end?
More understanding.
Yet at the same time
Less.
The knowledge
The more I know about you, God,
The more remains to know.
No box can hold my God
He splits the universe apart.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Thursday, February 2, 2006
Bareness
Only bareness shows
Two are truly one
They are alone
With their essentials.
No need to please
Love shines out
As woman and man
Just be.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Butterfly
Wings like fairy gauze
Which flutter like a gypsy breeze.
© Rosalie Miller 1996
Burning for you
A longing for you consumes me.
I reach to touch you, but then,
You slip from my grasp,
Like thin air racing from a cage.
I slip into a coma of nightmarish dreams –
I’m looking for my rock of ages
In a pool of quicksand.
Sinking in a barrage of unanswered questions,
Hoping to hide in a world of Happily Ever After,
Tears stain my page.
© Rosalie Miller 1997
Bubbly Feelings
I want to tell you
What you mean to me.
You mean so much
I can’t explain…
Talking to you
Makes joy bubble up inside
Filling me to the brim.
Seeing you
Squashes my loneliness.
I feel inspired
Excited
Full of energy
So I can’t stand still.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Breaking Out
You want me
To become like you,
Not to conform
To the ways of the world
You ask
Only that I have faith
You see me
Truly
And what I
Am able to become
Oh Lord,
Help me to break the mould.
© Rosalie Miller 1998
Breakable
To me
You seem so fragile sometimes
I feel like a willful child
Near a cabinet filled with fine china.
I speak
And fear I must shock you with every word.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Botanic
Flame coloured leaves litter the grass
Like starfish washed up in a storm.
A nearby tree trunk
Is a natural jigsaw puzzle
Visually challenging, brain bending.
Light grey sky overhead,
Completes the dismal feel of the day.
Peace surrounds everything,
Even the birds seem quieter.
A sign of respect?
© Rosalie Miller 1997
