On the other side of sleep
Angels embrace our mind
Carrying us gently above
Our faith in a world blind
Where sorrows meet dark
Our destiny opens doors
Of hours into rehearsing
The unfinished life score
Stanzas of glorious song
Counterpoint into others
Symphonic dream rising
No injury to one another
Bliss in our silent nature
Where sleep finds wings
Peace in new beginnings
Hope in the life it brings

©Kathy Paysen 2010

Zechariah 4:10
who has despised the day of small things

Poetic justice
Word pounding with a gavel
Deliver us truth

©Kathy Paysen 2010

The mind unfolds its petals
Fragrances of love’s desires
Blossoming in God’s name
Beauty magnified to inspire
The essence of Christ’s birth
Poured out in living visions
Souls connected upon paths
God proclaims no divisions
Nothing is impossible today
Our faith reveals His thorns
A solitary rose of Jerusalem
Rising in us this Easter morn

©Kathy Paysen 2010

Dedicated to Jeremiah

Some rooms, we are forewarned to avoid entrance.
Sometimes we walk blindly through doors, not knowing or caring what is on the other side.
We entangle ourselves in webs we assume will be easy to escape.
We do things because we tell ourselves we deserve to have fun, we only live once.
Why not.
So optimistic, excessively confident in our own abilities to remain content,
no matter what is revealed on the other side of that door.
We think we are the exception. The one who will bring light into this dark, mysterious room this door conceals.
We think we will bring this room back to life.
The fact is, our minds are failing us.
We are all the same... excitable and vunerable, and once excitement has taken us

One rhyme a season
One in time under the sun
One voice of reason

©Kathy Paysen 2010

Landing on branches
Sitting contently in trees
Following the breeze

©Kathy Paysen 2010

The tide exhales upon the shore
Sculpting time in passing water
Statues in earth’s swollen seas
Smoothed in echoing preludes
Moss bitten walls of grey rock
A dock for thoughts to rush in
A never ending surging of tone
Pushing shells into the drifting
Empty vessels pouring secrets
Over bare feet quickly sinking
Into the sand and tears calling
Me to surrender into stillness
Inhaling the love of a Mother
Gently rocking me into peace

©Kathy Paysen 2010

Rolling greens by the seashore
Bagpipes singing Irish folklore
The folly of St. Patrick’s home
Hearts thundering feet to roam
A celtic harp of such mystery
Luring me through me history
Calming grey seas of fairy lore
Silkies leave skins in the moor
The call of water and her earth
Bringing me back to this birth
Thatched roofs in gentle rains
Family jigging through pains
Potato famines in bad weather
The scheme of coming together
Beyond the glimmer of me eyes
They made America come alive
The hope in rainbows and gold
The legends of leprechauns told
Field of shamrocks and dreams
The Wind at their backs, it seems
Hard times come and pass away
Have a blessed St. Patrick’s Day

©Kathy Paysen 2010

Dedicated to me Murray Clan

Everyone is saved through me and Shauna not in the sense that it's us instead of Jesus, but in the sense that we are marytrys and our punishment was as Christ's, and that now through repentance everyone will have their testimony and not have to be connected with us in place of Christ, or in defilement of everyone's gift, calling, name no one else knows, and marriage bed. This is just as God said He would curse those who curse Israel and Abraham. And this is just as Israel having it's promises in Isaiah.