In my loneliness I have found you,
and you are there in my loneliness.
In my longing for you I have found you
and you are there in my longing.
In my silence I have searched for you,
And you are there in my silence.
I am used to you, and in that familiarity,
I am one with you.
I am only aware that you were with me
when you are away from me, for I miss you.
Tonight,
I do miss you!
©2000 Sharon Terry
***Companions
He sits in the chair, wheels for legs,
alone,
soft.
I touch him with my lips,
with my hands,
with my arms,
wrist to shoulder.
We are companions,
companions of love,
best friends.
The others run,
and work,
and play.
I touch him with my heart.
©1993 Sharon Terry
Oneness
When you see me
Standing there,
Do you look into my eyes;
Does your heart meet mine;
Or do we stand apart,
You and I?
Why does separateness
Matter?
Why can't oneness
Be the goal?
Why do you stand apart
from me?
Don't you Understand?
You are a
Part of my Whole.
Come close
So I can feel you,
So I can touch you.
Don't you want to touch me?
Reach out now.
It doesn't hurt,
You see.
When we touch
We are one.
We leave separateness behind.
Standing there,
Do you look into my eyes;
Does your heart meet mine;
Or do we stand apart,
You and I?
Why does separateness
Matter?
Why can't oneness
Be the goal?
Why do you stand apart
from me?
Don't you Understand?
You are a
Part of my Whole.
Come close
So I can feel you,
So I can touch you.
Don't you want to touch me?
Reach out now.
It doesn't hurt,
You see.
When we touch
We are one.
We leave separateness behind.
©Sharon Terry
Oneness 2
Does it not follow
that oneness flows into day
as does the night?
The oneness you touch,
Is it not real in your time,
Flowing,
Flowing,
Flowing,
And touching the clouds of time
and no time?
You touch all things do you not?
In your oneness?
Does it frighten at times
and, yes, at times annoy?
Is it not worth it
for the joy of the moment
of awareness?
For in that moment
all passes for good,
And you are there,
Forever!
Dance for joy,
All ye peoples of the earth.
Dance for joy.
Run, Run, Run,
And be free!
The stones awaken at last
For the coming of
the Mighty One
Do you not dream of His Coming?
Shaken
With merriment
of Spirit
and Heart.
Joy in the undertaking.
that oneness flows into day
as does the night?
The oneness you touch,
Is it not real in your time,
Flowing,
Flowing,
Flowing,
And touching the clouds of time
and no time?
You touch all things do you not?
In your oneness?
Does it frighten at times
and, yes, at times annoy?
Is it not worth it
for the joy of the moment
of awareness?
For in that moment
all passes for good,
And you are there,
Forever!
Dance for joy,
All ye peoples of the earth.
Dance for joy.
Run, Run, Run,
And be free!
The stones awaken at last
For the coming of
the Mighty One
Do you not dream of His Coming?
Shaken
With merriment
of Spirit
and Heart.
Joy in the undertaking.
©Sharon Terry
Dissolution
My stumbling feet plunge me forward
As I walk the road unknown.
I cannot see nor know what comes,
Only what was and what is.
And what was has dissolved into what is.
As I walk the road unknown.
I cannot see nor know what comes,
Only what was and what is.
And what was has dissolved into what is.
Stirring the solution with my thoughts,
I open the door to my musings
Of what I want to be.
For if I cannot want something of my life,
Why breathe the breath of living.
I open the door to my musings
Of what I want to be.
For if I cannot want something of my life,
Why breathe the breath of living.
My stumbling feet plunge me forward,
Making sense of what was before.
I am what I am because I was.
And that is all.
©Sharon TerryMaking sense of what was before.
I am what I am because I was.
And that is all.
2002
The Stone, The Thorn, The Rain
I stumbled over a stone in the path
And found myself down on my knees
Looking up for help to return to my feet.
I pricked my finger on a thorn
And found myself feeling the pain
While admiring the rose.
I stood in the rain, caught without umbrella,
And found myself, arms outstretched
To feel its cleansing.
I stood at a crossroads with no direction
And found myself looking within
To find a clue.
The stone, the thorn, the rain,
Preparing me for the moment--
At the crossroads.
©Sharon TerryAnd found myself down on my knees
Looking up for help to return to my feet.
I pricked my finger on a thorn
And found myself feeling the pain
While admiring the rose.
I stood in the rain, caught without umbrella,
And found myself, arms outstretched
To feel its cleansing.
I stood at a crossroads with no direction
And found myself looking within
To find a clue.
The stone, the thorn, the rain,
Preparing me for the moment--
At the crossroads.
2000
Dear Lord
I cannot live this day today one day at a time.
I take this day you've given to me
one moment at a time.
Help me not to see a zillion moments left
to live
but to do my best to live this
moment as an answer to my prayer.
I've given my all to you, oh Lord,
so many zillions of times,
And I'm left to do the same
with this precious moment in time.
I touch a zillion faces
in this moment in time.
I lift them up to you, oh Lord,
in this moment in time.
©Sharon Terry
1996
You'll Understand
Open wide the gates of heaven to tell the story.Listen carefully from within to hear the voice.
Whisper softly for my words to speak their meaning.
Plan the conquest with the touch of the master's hand.
When you hear me speaking clearly, clearly listen.
When you hear the quietness fall you'll understand.
©1993 Sharon Terry
You Too?
I am a very self interested person. Aren't you?
I spend lots of time processing God's way for me.
You too?
When you speak, I listen for his voice through you.
When we hug, I feel his love pour through.
I hope I do the same for you.
©Sharon Terry
Glitter
A bird flying by
like glitter
in the evening light.
The sun, catching
the beauty
of its wings.
©Sharon Terry
1996
A bird flying by
like glitter
in the evening light.
The sun, catching
the beauty
of its wings.
©Sharon Terry
1996
Guilded Cage
The cage was guilded
with linens of white.
Flowing from the floor below
I saw a river of light
penetrating and passing
the night of splendor.
From within the cage
she sang a song of gold
and pretended not to see me
looking in upon her.
And on her breast
lay a rose shining so brightly
that eyes could not
behold her beauty.
She turned and
looked my way,
penetrating my soul
with her song of gold.
"Do you not see the
splendor?" she asked.
It was a question for me,
yet I could not rightly
answer her,
nor see her splendor
face to face.
©Sharon Terry
1996
The cage was guilded
with linens of white.
Flowing from the floor below
I saw a river of light
penetrating and passing
the night of splendor.
From within the cage
she sang a song of gold
and pretended not to see me
looking in upon her.
And on her breast
lay a rose shining so brightly
that eyes could not
behold her beauty.
She turned and
looked my way,
penetrating my soul
with her song of gold.
"Do you not see the
splendor?" she asked.
It was a question for me,
yet I could not rightly
answer her,
nor see her splendor
face to face.
©Sharon Terry
1996
I Float with This "Thingness" that is within Me
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this challenge to my being.
A string floating in the breeze,
held up by an imaginary fixed position.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this joy in my chest.
An explosion of lightness
sending fireworks through my body.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this anger in my head.
A tempest now raging,
now shifting and dissolving around my ears.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this mother "thing" in my heart.
A grasping, a letting go,
undulating to its own beat.
©2000 Sharon Terry
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this challenge to my being.
A string floating in the breeze,
held up by an imaginary fixed position.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this joy in my chest.
An explosion of lightness
sending fireworks through my body.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this anger in my head.
A tempest now raging,
now shifting and dissolving around my ears.
I float with this "thingness" that is within me,
with this mother "thing" in my heart.
A grasping, a letting go,
undulating to its own beat.
©2000 Sharon Terry
Warmth
Rivers of lightShine forth,
Wandering through time and space
Without end or length,
Multiplied only by the crocheting of days.
Into the heart floods the
Melody of time and space
Without measure of instrument
Or beat of drum.
See me not as one who is alone.
I come in multitudes
Of strength.
I find it not
In length of day
Or movement of tongue,
But in inner peace
And warmth.
©1993 Sharon Terry
Hallowed ground
Changing
upturned
carrying on
nourished
a heavenly harbinger
Changing
upturned
carrying on
nourished
a heavenly harbinger
Tomorrow's roots
Very new
the turning point
give of life
of sight
felt but not seen
Very new
the turning point
give of life
of sight
felt but not seen
invited home to
silent wandering
after a cataclysm
silent wandering
after a cataclysm
a tidal force
of rhythm of
children of
the ancient sage
of rhythm of
children of
the ancient sage
The risky way
©2001 Sharon Terry
To Cherish My Child
In dedication to my precious daughter, Joanna.
Look into your child's eyes and cherish what you see.
Cherish the seed of consciousness,
the seed of confidence,
the seed of creativity,
the seeds that grow within.
Cherish your child with your eyes.
Do not do so only twice or thrice,
But forever--for childhood to the child seems forever.
Cherish your child with your heart
for therein lies the soul of your being,
the child of long ago in a faraway land
full of life and creative self-expression.
Open the forces around your being,
the breath of life itself,
the moments of truth revealed,
the lasting joy of the moment.
Teach not only with your mouth
but with your action and being.
For who you really are is seen by your child,
and held up as a banner to look upon
for quality of life.
Open your soul.
Cherish your child.
©1996 Sharon Terry
Look into your child's eyes and cherish what you see.
Cherish the seed of consciousness,
the seed of confidence,
the seed of creativity,
the seeds that grow within.
Cherish your child with your eyes.
Do not do so only twice or thrice,
But forever--for childhood to the child seems forever.
Cherish your child with your heart
for therein lies the soul of your being,
the child of long ago in a faraway land
full of life and creative self-expression.
Open the forces around your being,
the breath of life itself,
the moments of truth revealed,
the lasting joy of the moment.
Teach not only with your mouth
but with your action and being.
For who you really are is seen by your child,
and held up as a banner to look upon
for quality of life.
Open your soul.
Cherish your child.
©1996 Sharon Terry
Saturday
No, No, No, Don't make me think today.
It's Saturday.
It's my day to dream.
It's Saturday.
It's my day to dream.
©Sharon Terry
Sitting Place
"I want to sit
In your sitting place,"
She said.
"Okay," I thought,
"Since she's going to do it anyway."
Will she find my treasure,
Or can it only be seen
With my eyes?
Do you have a sitting place?
In your sitting place,"
She said.
"Okay," I thought,
"Since she's going to do it anyway."
Will she find my treasure,
Or can it only be seen
With my eyes?
Do you have a sitting place?
©Sharon Terry
She Kept Asking Me
She kept asking me
About the little animal
Who lived in that shell.
Why did it move out?
I couldn't answer,
Can you?
Some things
don't have an answer.
How do you tell that
to a two-year-old?
I wonder,
I am silent,
Silence.
She kept asking me
About the little animal
Who lived in that shell.
Why did it move out?
I couldn't answer,
Can you?
Some things
don't have an answer.
How do you tell that
to a two-year-old?
I wonder,
I am silent,
Silence.
©Sharon Terry
Abigail
The quiet surrounds me.
It's almost time for another feeding.
She looks so tiny in the small, small bed.
So perfect, so smooth, so round, so beautiful.
How did this one come to be?
We weren't expecting it to happen again-
this glorious pregnancy.
But it did, and how can we but love
this beautiful being sent from heaven.
Won't they miss her there?
Yes, but only for a time.
She is on loan from heaven,
a shared child of wonder.
And when she returns, she will be missed here,
but only for a time.
The woman I see before me now
in dreams of what she'll be
Is encircled in the child so soft,
so round,
To waken beyond all dreaming
at the proper time of reason to our minds.
Yet wonders hold a mystery of love.
©Sharon Terry
1996
The Story Quilt
The quiet surrounds me.
It's almost time for another feeding.
She looks so tiny in the small, small bed.
So perfect, so smooth, so round, so beautiful.
How did this one come to be?
We weren't expecting it to happen again-
this glorious pregnancy.
But it did, and how can we but love
this beautiful being sent from heaven.
Won't they miss her there?
Yes, but only for a time.
She is on loan from heaven,
a shared child of wonder.
And when she returns, she will be missed here,
but only for a time.
The woman I see before me now
in dreams of what she'll be
Is encircled in the child so soft,
so round,
To waken beyond all dreaming
at the proper time of reason to our minds.
Yet wonders hold a mystery of love.
©Sharon Terry
1996
The Story Quilt
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