The Leaving Dove

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You once occupied my heart
My heart’s intentions were on you
Now what remains are blackened walls
Charred embers of efforts not taken
I scrape these heart walls
Scrape them to a pile of ashes
As I hold the ashes in my hands
The love I have left turns them to a dove
I blow on it’s tail feathers
As she flies away

~Schleup
Steven Schleupner, 2018

You Are So Beautiful

God you are so beautiful.
As I look at each nook
and cranny
I see a gorgeous
Woman.
Your jawline.
Your smile.
The way you play
with your hair.
And, your eyes…
They captivate me.
I want to stare into them
for hours
and see deep
into your soul.
God you are so beautiful.
I can’t wait to spend
forever with you.

Star

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What if each Star were a Soul,
waiting to breathe new Life,
all its Light, its magnificent light,
harnessed as the power of the Sun, but
able to shine in each body, as a
Oneness, as love, a Love so strong
it lights the darkest sky, and
twinkles in a distance
towards the peace that can be.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo

Heart Rungs

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As I lift the cover to my heart
And climb down each rung,
I feel the turmoil built over time.
It speaks of uncertainty of who I am.
Archetypes have formed, molding
Me, shaping my views.
They are hard to escape, and
Prevent me from knowing.
Who is the real Father?
The guy playing catch, or
The guy sacrificing for his clan?
Who is the real Husband?
The guy who walks hand in hand, or
The guy who suffers for his clan?
Who is the real son, friend, neighbor?
I am blind to these.
Who am I?

Take another step down the ladder
Within my heart.
I can’t see, just feel.
Life is giving me opportunity
To see, to believe.
But, this damn archetype
Shadows the clarity.
I know I am the son of God,
That love for me and others
Is all that is asked.
But…!

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017 excludes photo

Miracles

Miracles are like a bird’s song,
as it floats through
the clear morning sky
to the light of the sun.

My heart today is a miracle.
It sings a song so beautiful
it lights the world around me
and all those who
wish to share the miracle.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017

Dream: Lost

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A young boy, blonde innocence.
Walks a great maze, structures
of hallways and doors.

His dog is his guide.
He finally catches up
in a garden, but does not notice.

The young man, talented unsure.
Walks the campus, buildings
and rooms of learning.

Which to choose?
The wanderer does not know
sits at the bar, sinks in the crowd.

A man, searching the trail.
Climbs the mountain
the rocky top has an interesting temple.

Enters, and listens.
There is a river, endless and
grand, notices a shallow spot to cross.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo

Complete

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As you wake, let these
words touch your heart.

The clouds float
to block my light, to
redirect sun’s rays on my face.
Your smile moves clouds,
warms my heart, and
cools my worries.
I feel your love bridge to
my heart, as we walk
with eyes gazing, to the
point we touch.

This is when I know
my world is complete.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017

Mirror Now

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The moon is the mirror
of the sun.
Her existence is without
unless her face
touches light.

Peace is the mirror
of the Now.
Her existence is without
unless her heart
captures beauty.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, except photo