My Friend
When you receive my friendship I feel you are my friend
When you share authentically I gain your permission to be honest
When you are joyfully open-hearted I know my playfulness can be received
If you trust me….. I feel it is safe to trust you
If you can ignore my faults I will feel good enough to receive your attentions.
Only forgiveness can clean the stale shadows of conflict and dis – ease………..
Only gratitude holds the door to a loving relationships open.
Only then can we share a walk through life together.
Subtle body language and individual words can be more expressive of feelings and emotions than hours of conversation or pages of writing. Poetry can also be used to express feelings that may not otherwise be acknowledged, or shared: loving feelings that are beyond everyday communication. .

When you are sweet with me
I feel like I’m melting with joy.
When you listen to me
I feel a companionship of understanding.
When you touch me
I feel like sparkling Champaign.
When you hold me
I feel held in a place of stillness beyond time.
When you smile at me
I feel like an innocent child, like a flower.
When you take time to be with me
My inner being no longer feels alone.
When I’m with you I get special-time with me,
I wonder if you get special time with you?

Sometimes poetry can be a shared experience of special communication

A rolling stone shall gather no moss And no one can stop me. No ropes to pull me, No knots to hold me, Free and happy I shall always be.And I love the moss so vibrant and green, I love the bonds people put on me. I know there are no ropes strong enough, No knots tight enough, To hold my soul from the arms of God. Love and devotion are my way to freedom, The grace of God my guiding light

How grateful I am to be me To touch, to feel to see. Where I go, I do not know But that with God I shall grow. The Supreme, ultimate is here now I learn to kneel, I learn to bow. Give up myself, empty my bowl No more shall I thirst, I rest my weary soul A poetry conversation written by Luc (1st and last verse) and Helena the second verse.

Individuality can only be understood by each individual.
Authenticity can only be present when we give ourselves and others permission to be unique.
Freedom is when we feel safe enough to authentically exercise our individual uniqueness.

When I found my way
You lost yours
When you found your way
I got lost.
And so the dream of walking a road together
Has eluded us both……..
To remain a formless and uncatchable illusion.

Throughout history the emotions of love have inspire moving and amusing, reflective and commemorative words of compassion and commiseration which may have consoled both the writer and subsequent readers.

Farewell my love
Why are you pushing me away
A vain attempt to make it easier.
Preparation for the inevitable
You’re struggling with your conscience
I’m bailing the tears out of my heart.
I would not want you to stay,
I would not want you to miss me.
So why am I drowning in sadness?
What do I fear ?
The anguish of a final goodbye

A Night of Tears
My tears swell quietly escaping from my silent eyes.
They creep across to the edge of my face and individually fall.
Each contains a unique essence of grief which permeates the airs of familiarity.
Droplet by droplet reality now dissolves into an unwanted future.
Time stretches into an eternity of emptiness.
Can tears roll the future back into the constraints of a past?
Each tear represents a new doubt, a different longing, as it clutches a prayer
And awaits the Grace of His peace, and an awakening to his glory.

Friendly Distance
A friend of mine – that’s true to say,
But somehow, though our friendship grows,
You remain cool and so far away.
Often my affections fall on dry ground
Then it’s hard to hold despair at bay.
Yet, on occasions, the warmth of unity glows between us,
In the heat of these moments love grows within our trust.
But alas, day by day my hopes only live to die,
Leap and fall,
As my dreams are shattered once more.

Where love has gone is not for me to know.
That it has gone is more than my thoughts can fret upon.
For in going Love has stabbed the delusions of my desires,
And trampled my illusions firmly under foot.
So be it Love has gone and with it my sorrows.
For within my joys many sorrows await their premier performance.

Indulgence
I despair in my freedom
As I wander through the land of loneliness,
Grasping at what comforts I find
Violently opposing every misdemeanour.
Happy moments are treasured,
Like the sunshine before a storm.
Anxiety stabs at my contentment
Self pity magnifies my frustration –
Monsterising every conflict.
Heartache poisons my emotions with bitterness and misunderstanding.

See you later!
And so I am writing this for you
Although I don’t know what to say;
I’m glad you’re happier living a different way.
Yes, Life can be an easy game to play
Why ride the ‘white knuckle roller-coaster’
When a boat floating down the river of life
Finishes at the same place.
You see, even I agree, the roller-coaster is too wild a ride for me.

Aloneness is always a part of my soulful challenges while a shield of defence blocks the infinite love of God from flowing into my heart.
For I cannot celebrate our friendship while attending my wounds of grief;
And you cannot juggle your new friendship with me as the odd ball that should not be dropped.
I will always treasure the time we shared together and it was right that my initial sharing with you was artificially docked.
For this has spared us both a great deal of future confusion and regret.
It’s the thought that counts and we shared some beautiful thoughts and even more beautiful feelings, a rich fertile soil of remembrance for your new seeds of love.

Please hold me,
And don’t let me go
Till all the tears have flowed
And my body lays lightly
And my breath breathes easily
As each teardrop dissolves a past moment of grief
Please hold me, and don’t let me go