Sunday, July 5, 2015

Ever Brighter, Ever Higher, Ever On

What is Ever Brighter, Ever Higher, Ever On?  I’ve been asked this question a few times since publishing the slogan for this and all future Roxanne Adams Memorial Blood Drives.   It is a question both difficult and simple to explain.  I wanted a slogan that was catchy and one that flowed off the tongue, one that would stick in the memory and lift the spirits.  But mostly, I wanted something that would speak for Roxanne’s memory and her legacy.
While considering a wealth of possibilities, I was reminded of the doves that were released at her funeral and of that one stubborn little dove that refused to join the flock as it was supposed to and fly off to the home roost.  Instead that wilful, stubborn, beautiful  little bird kept flying around and around the cemetery going higher and higher as it went.     On that clear, bright spring day that little dove was playing in the warm sunshine and enjoying its freedom.  I later thought about how the dove was supposed to represent Roxanne’s spirit and it made me laugh.
Roxanne and I had many battles of will in her lifetime.  She usually won.  I used to jokingly tell her that she could argue with God and get Him to change His mind.  She was determined not to conform to the world around her just because someone told her it was expected.  No, the world would just have to conform to her, as far she was concerned.   It was a true representation of her indomitable spirit and her relentless drive to make the world a better place.
The last year of her life was a constant uphill battle for Roxanne and many times she was broken under the weight of it all.  I can’t count the nights that I held her as she cried in pain and frustration. But every morning she woke with the determination that she was NOT going to be beaten.  I miss my daughter, but knowing she is free now is a comfort for me.  The image of that little dove flying around in such an ecstasy of freedom reminds me of that.
Roxanne is gone now and we miss her so much, but her spirit and her legacy will be with us forever.  And like that little dove, her legacy will continue to grow brighter every year as we, her family and friends, carry her light into the world.  (Ever Brighter)  Like that little dove, we will continue to fly in freedom with her, casting off our mourning and instead joyously celebrate her life and her dreams. (Ever Higher) We will never forget her and through our efforts to continue the work she began, lives will be saved and from those saved lives, new lives will be born.  (Ever On)
Fly on my precious angel.  Kisses to Heaven.

Driving

I put on your shirt and drove into the darkness
The crisp night air coaxed your scent from the starched linen collar
And whipped it around my face with my hair.
Caressing my heated flesh with a wild, passionate memory.

Accelerate, shift gears, inhale

I put on your memory and drove faster around the turns
The throttle surged against the rhythm of my hands and feet
The same way my body responds to your touch
Rising against your hands until I out run your control

Accelerate, shift gears, inhale

Blue lights flashing in the rearview mirror
No officer, I haven’t been drinking tonight
I am under the influence of a love so powerful
That I had to go for a drive to clear my head
I put on his shirt

And nothing else.

You

You are my Light
You found me in the darkness
Took my hand and led me out
To a place where I could again feel
The warmth of the sun on my face
And see the beauty in all that surrounds me

You are my peace
Your presence calms the chaos in my mind
And stills the voice that forever screams “why”
You bring my world into clear focus
And show me my soul’s redemption

You are my joy
You unlocked the chains that bound my heart
And pointed me toward freedom
Stripping off my gown of mourning
Allowing me to run in resplendent nakedness

You are my mirror
Enchanted and true
Gently showing the flaws and imperfections
Without judgment
Encouraging change yet marveling at the beauty
Of battle won scars; my badges of courage and strength

You are my treasure
You laid gifts at feet
Not pretty baubles, nor gold and costly perfumes
Gifts more precious than the wealth of the world

You gave me back my life

Haunting The Castle Wall

Long have I stood watch on these walls
Faithful to my charge.
Guardian of that which you have built
Protecting your realm from enemies without and within.
Words, my only weapon,
Screaming out ancient spells
Whispering fervent prayers
Shielding that which you hold dear with my very soul
Together we raised this fortress stone by stone
Built on passion and desire
Centuries it has held fast against the relentless tides.
Now alone, I haunt these battlements
Keening like a wraith in my need
Watching, waiting for your return

Forever

Dancing

Softness envelopes hardness, in a beautiful mystery.
Who is the master of this battlefield?
He who wields the sword with great skill
Or she who can forge, mold or destroy the sword
At her desire?
Shall we dance in combat? Thrust for parry?
Or shall I submit willingly to the force of your passions,
Laying down my arms in surrender?
No, I am the sheath, designed to cover and protect,
Holding you fast within.
Come my king, give me your sword

And with it, I will guard your life.

Awake

Swimming into consciousness
From the dark realm of dreams.
Silvery flashes of light
Streak like lightning across your still unopened eyes.
A memory of moonlight dancing on water.
Waves of pleasure resound though your soul
Calling you from the depths.
Echoing a half remembered dream.
Blind hands reach out to caress
The phantom that haunts your body,
Its fiery tongue scorching,
Awakening ancient passion.
She is there,
Soft as the dawn,

Urgent as the new day full of promise.

Dreaming

There is peace in your soul
Dark, silent and still as space
I would forever dwell in this place
Happy and content, my wandering spirit at rest.
For here, you are God
Creating galaxies from the energy of your being.
With your hands you mold the words
That flow from my mouth into the framework of life.
Words of love, desire, strength and hope. 
Words of timeless beauty

The bricks and mortar you use to build my home.