God looked at all that was and smiled
Out of God's eye fell a single tear of joy
As the tear fell it started to tumble
Turning to ice
The ice becoming so hard
That it shattered into innumerable fragments
Each a small soul, as a crystal unique unto itself
But many sided, having touched others in its creation
A crystal perfect? Yet not perfect stands
As the soul stands transparent to the world
Still the soul, as the crystal many sided be
From which side have I touched you
Were you one with me, you seem so familiar
Perhaps we'll just need to wait and see
Or were you one with my soul mate
Only touching on their other side
Perhaps many, my soul mate may be
Each touching my heart, my eye's, my thoughts
Then again it could be the memory of being all as one
And each in our way, reaching to find our way home again
I move more toward the place of understand I sit today and look out at an ocean silver with the sparkle of sunlight. I
wonder if the feelings of having touched are real or just my imagination. But as I listened to the surf crash on the shore my
mind plays tricks and finds me thinking of people and places loved and left in times, remembered and forgotten. Then as
we stumble along our way we are touched by them again.
I will tell a story perhaps it's just a dream, or could it be memory, most forgotten and then stumbled on again. Her name
was a Adrienne, woman of the sea. Still as the white caps ride the crest of the ocean swells my mind is drawn back to her.
The gentlest hands softest voice the inside strong beyond belief.
She lived not far from the ocean and could often be found walking the path from her house to the rocks overlooking the
waves or below. She would stand transfixed by the power of the waves as they beat there frothy heads against the rocks
below. Other times I might find that she had taken the longer trail to the small white sand beach nestled in between two of
the giant cliff rocks as if it were protected by two large stone hands.
I would find her here, shed of all cloths, in the shelter of the rocks baking in the sun. If only I could hand her my soul by
touching her hand and in so doing see the sparkle in her eye as when she is touched by the sun and the sea. Then I would
know whenever and where ever we may be we shall be together. Eyes the color of the sea, hair black as the raven but
touched with red as if touched by the flickering hearth fire.
But now I sit and watch the ocean, waves that are silvered by the sun, crash upon rocky shores. My thoughts return to you
and where you are, what are you doing and thinking, my thoughts, my mind seem to reach out spreading across space and
time as the mist spreads across the ocean, just beyond the breakers edge.
Now as I sit here lost in thought and time. My hand is not empty, though you are miles and miles away your hand is in
mine. Perhaps we've moved across time.
I touch the sand and playfully write your name with my finger, I am humbled by the gentle kindness and yet overpowering
strength I find in you.
So stand by the oceans edge, lay your hand in the waves as they wash upon the shores I shall do the same, and though
separated by most half a world in space and time, I shall know your thoughts and you shall know mine.
If it were possible for me to know tomorrow and see the day that you have left this earth. I would wish to have been by
your side to hold your hand giving you a last moment of comfort, letting you know you will never be left alone.
If I were lucky, I would be allowed to continue holding you hand making the journey together with you by my side.
The Most Beautiful Poem I'll Ever Write
It's as if I have found myself in a dream
we have once again reached out and touched
and we will touch again
if not on this beautiful world
then in a place where we both felt wanted
at peace with all
where we will be again
But as we go our separate ways
And make lives of our own wishing
Many of the brightest moments for me are when we meet briefly
just standing close
knowing you are there
the bells I hear in your voice
the smell of your fresh washed hair.
And when, we seldom touch
it is not my undertaking to interfere with who you are
nor to change your life
Your life must be planned by you
the steps you take
the direction to go must be of your own choosing.
I may only be here to offer kind words
understanding or what? if asked
if in the course of our lives here, knowing each other
I manage to make you feel special from time to time
then my time here has not been wasted.
But with only my simple words I feel so lacking
for you are the poem I wish so much to write.
I have tried, nothing but the title comes.
Then as hard as I try
I cannot find words beautiful enough to finish
So I sit, a plain sheet of paper framed on my wall
with only a your name for a heading
It's the most beautiful poem all ever write.
Heart open free
The heart is born open and free
The soul carries with it always, remembered love
Then man puts fences around the heart and denies the soul
expecting all to be what opinion dictates they should be
Perhaps someday we will realize we are not very good at being what others dictate
The fences will be ripped down
We will then decide to be only who we are
Letting the openness and the innocents of the heart guide us
Not rejecting loves of the soul
But excepting this as who we are, being proud of the awareness we found
Fantasy, but the rings around a fairy's finger
Hold them, clutch them for all their worth
They're not long to linger
Dreams are but the clouds
That float through the mind
Fleeting and darting
At times hard to find
Morning light comes bringing life to a new day
Fresh snow fall hides scars upon the land
as laughter hides scars upon the soul
The ancient tree having been one, split to show it's duality
Spit and curved like the waters of the sea
holding back the waves, to let others pass
With in it's duality, Woman and Man
But as one, letting life pass between
Moving forward towards the shining mountain
A mountain who watched and was old
when first the seed sprouted
Springing forth from the earth a tree
In the first warm glow of a new dawning
As a new soul springs forth, rejoicing a new life
By JH Smith
Two trees together, sharing duality
Reflections, of souls reaching for their mate
Moving apart, yet bending back
Ever reaching toward each other
Reflections in the snow
As the waves of the sea spreading apart
then curling back to touch and become one
Hesitating in time as the soul, to become ancient
Letting life pass between toward the light
Life, so much like the snow
Beautiful for a short time
Then as the snow, with the coming of the light
The soul and the light become one
Words Of Returning
A Letter Poem by JH Smith
In the ocean of time, as long as there has been man and wars, men have gone to war while
women wait at home. The lucky will return to the woman who waited. Many who go,
simply will not return. Yet those who return often find they are a stranger unto themselves.
Unable to tell the woman just how special she is to him. So he tries to tell her in the only
way he has talked to her in months or perhaps years, with a letter. So how many letters like
the one below were read or not and being either, changed the lives of the ones they touched?
I have been away from home for many a month now. I was called like so many others to fight in a war not of our own making, but one that we all knew could not be ignored. As you know, I led many young men away with me when I went, some have returned some never will. I will carry the ones who did not with me forever. Now my first day back, I feel most a stranger in my own home as if I no longer belong. I know I'm not the first, nor will I be the last to think or feel this way.
So I write this, for it's something I must someday say to you, but am unable to now. For I'm now a stranger, not so much to you, but to myself.
I feel it's almost sad that all these months I have been away, my only way of talking to you was to write you a letter. Now I'm my first day home and I sit in the half dark writing to you again by candle light as if I'm still gone. When there you stand only steps away in the other room.
When I laid my eyes on you this day, the feeling went through me that no matter the time, I had never nor would ever see anything so beautiful. As I held you in my arms, I knew I was holding the part of me that has been missing all these long months away.
I know, I'm not the same man who went away so many months ago. The lines in my face are deeper, my eye's seem to look out at the world from a place far away. I knew you felt this when we first touched today. I not only saw the happiness in your face, because of our coming home. I also saw the sadness in your eye's when you looked into mine, for you felt the hurt now living inside of me.
It is so good to be home, but somehow it doesn't seem right spending the night under a roof.
Then tonight as we sat talking by the fire, with only the fire light and a few candles, everything just hit me. The hurt, the coming home, the relief it's all over and I started to cry. I thought what she must think, my first night at home and I'm crying like a baby.
You reached out, took my hand and pulled me across to you. I fell to my knees on the floor buried my face in your lap and sobbed, all the time clutching my arms around your legs as a small child holding to it's mother.
And what do you do? You hold my head slowly stroking it with your hands as you rock me back and forth, saying all the time. It's ok now, it's ok, you're beside me again, you're at last home.
Thank you my dear for being here. I have often said you know and understand me better than I know myself. I think about you always, day or night you are never more than an eye blink away from my thoughts.
So why do I write this now? I will put it away and perhaps someday after I'm gone you shall find it and understand how very special you are. Or perhaps we will read it together, someday and remember. Someday when I again find myself.
If there be time, no matter where we are, or over our years to come, no matter who we become. I shall always love you. Loving you is not just something I do, it's who I am. There is just simply no other way I can be.
And days will come when you no longer feel beautiful. That's when I wish to be the one close to remind you, how truly beautiful you are.
With You Always
Times come, then moved on
As all things must do, when I have gone
A time will come, my name most forgotten
Removed, I have become from everyday thought
My image dimmed, lost from your vision
My voice a stranger to your ears
But when the day shall come, feeling unloved
You sit, head down in deep despair
Alone allowing sadness to creep in
Remember my face, call my name
Listen within your memories for my voice
For I'm the one, with love unconditional
Who shall forever hold you in my soul
A part of this soul, you carry with you always
Reach out, I am with you