For every mother who is missing a piece of her heart

A Peculiar Star by Kim Cline  

excerpt from Love’s Indefatigable Aptness and The Monatomic Solid

Dedicated to precious Mark … you left this universe far too soon

He was a peculiar star

Appearing in the midst of a different equation

His luminous spectra should have been as normal as the others

Yet, his increasing power of wonderment elevated and propelled him farther — higher

Moving outside the ordinary into the eruptive variable

Revealing a greater level of rarity

Brilliant flares projected his brightness to an incalculable distance

Dispelling darkness along his path- if only briefly

For the rare cannot remain long in the midst of the ordinary–

their beautiful displays of churning death revealed with a vibrant luminosity

The eventual implosion spiraling upward, outward –

fusing, blending, dispersing new life into the stellar remnant

He knew the distance of his travel would be brilliantly short

He did not complain in the knowing

I have seen him floating in the distant Magellanic Stream

And appearing at the side of the universal Power

The light echo of his persona still pulsates within our hearts

His brightness still piercing our thoughts –

Energy fading as a distant star after a magnificent, explosive show

We continue to remember as we degenerate, oscillate–

throughout the remaining timeline of our ordinary projection

Redirection

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As I journeyed on my course of life –

I looked back to a littered path of broken pieces – hewn away from once cherished dreams.

What were to be the building blocks of an envisioned monument called “beautiful life” now lay strewn, slashed, bashed, and crumbled.

They were fragments from my entangled emotions and botched outlooks.

Decaying gold was all I saw along the road I traveled.

There were no sunny skies of realized passions – no beating, bright, hearts of splendor.

 

The view was heartbreaking, disconcerting, and unnerving.

I mused upon the forlorn, ashen, disenchanted view and wept.

Yet, in a flash,

A hopeful expectation arose, and my view was redirected.

Now, instead of crumbled debris there was a path that was clear – full of life and light.

I was pushed ahead, farther and faster down the path.

I was maneuvered so deftly away from the brokenness that its remains were nowhere in sight.

My view of the trail behind me and in front of me was clear.

The Light, Power, and Love had moved me away from the evident defeats.

~ Kim Cline 2018

Words as an Inheritance

I believe that words can be passed down through generations similar to a financial inheritance.

Think of a time when you were a  child and you were reprimanded for something you did or didn’t do.  Maybe those words were accompanied with a sense of anger or frustration on the part of the speaker. Do you recall the impact of their words and how that made you feel?

Maybe both, the emotions and the words, imparted something to you, but the words become like seeds that dropped down into the soil of your soul.   That seed opens, and spreads its roots just the same as every tomato seed after it is planted in a garden.  It’s in the seed’s genetic code to take root and produce.

Isn’t it funny, weird, or even scary when you say something and realize you sounded just like your parents? What you repeat is what was planted in you. Your words can create an inheritance in the life of those around you.  They can shape the path of your life and they can shape the path of your children– just like an inheritance.Word seeds_Cline