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Monday, January 20, 2014

Perilous Guest Named Fear

I had the chance to banish him
but bade him enter with a smile;
drew him to sit by the friendly fire
shutting out kindly space
for others to draw nigh;
showed him my heart's desire
cheery flames of blue and gold
joy and brightness burned.

then with poisoned guile
he pressed into my heart
dread and despair
until fear's breath filled the air
with each day's bitter sorrow

I met my tomorrows 
with no courage to conquer;
foolish me!
I learned from that sad day
never again
would fear's voice
take my strength away

Scripture Reading Isaiah 35:4

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Winters of Youth

it fell last night
the first delightful 
dusting of snow.
wrapped snuggly warm
behind pane of glass
I watch
snowflake upon snowflake
playfully descend
awakening fond memories of 
mittens ,
the latter most assuredly filled
with double socked feet 
prepared to contend with
the onslaught of season's change
or occasionally find themselves
snug in perfectly laced figure skates, 
set down on  frozen river, 
white against icy white
eager to glide freely until
 frost bitten rosy red cheeks,
call one home.
whimsical and unforgettable, 
 those care-free days
of youth and  innocence
 drift ever so gently 
into the quiet places of aging heart
 sparkling, shimmering, magical
as winter’s  first  snow.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

A Mother's Love

snuggled in warm cocoon of my arms
tiny babe wrapped in tenderness
my gaze fixed on the miracle of you
as your soft gentle breaths of peaceful sleep
linger in the warm night air,
a gift from God, 
I give to you what none other can
a mother's love.

written for Jennifer on her 28th birthday
day #7 NaPoWriMo

Friday, April 5, 2013

Day #5 Spring Cleaning

It's Spring !
My window pane implores
swoosh those cobwebs, they that cling
Along track of sliding door,
ghosts of winter, gone once more


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Circumstantial Love

we happened briefly
in what seems like only yesterday;
the grey lurks between truth and lies
the two of us dancing under imaginary stars
inhaling summer's sweet fragrance 
into unguarded hearts, pulsating
in hopeless lingering breaths
clinging now to find meaning
in those shadowed paling memories
with an imaginary friend 
on a journey
never meant to end

dsbutler 04/04/13
day #4 NaPoWriMo

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Locker Buddies

A casual front yard chat , hugs for an old friend

We discover neither had changed much

although much had changed

in the forty years since we stood

side by side locker by locker

exchanging notes, notes about boys,

dances, cheering, dreaming of life, love;

a place where raw emotions

 were somehow eased

by the slamming of old gray lockers

we giggle high school giggles.

She takes my hands in hers

offered careful examination, explaining detection

of those nasty ugly  gray and dull cells 

the life-threatening ,  invasive type.

In less than fleeting moment

her  deepest pain, groans  real and exposed  

then just as quickly returns to its rightful place
hands squeeze hands


It was there under summer’s sultry sky

an old friend and I , woman to woman, mother to mother,

locker buddy to locker buddy


we did our best to live  our  wildest dreams, deepest passions,

greatest joys and most enduring loves

slamming the ole gray locker one last time

giggling a high school giggle.

Written for my high school friend, Vicky Bourquin
April 3, 2013 
day # 3, NaPoWriMo 

Tiny Rustic Cabin

The writing prompt today from the NaPoWriMo blog was to write a sea shanty. Using the writing prompt is not required, but is offered as means of inspiration; needlesstosay I would have failed miserably at writing a sailor's song, but the prompt did bring to mind a poem I had started to write several years ago after vacationing solo at Cape Hatteras; a gift to myself for my 50th birthday. I no longer write rhyme poetry, so finishing it was more an atrocity than a challenge..but here it is...

A tiny rustic cabin, a few feet from the shore
Became my prized abode, a couple nights or more
I needed very little, no fancy place to stay
A prayer, a song, a memory; His love to greet my day

I heard the ocean roaring, the waves were raging high
I marveled how our God could know, just where to end the sky
I walked along the shoreline, felt the wind upon my face
Remembering His mercies, His forgiveness and His Grace.

I thought about the things I have, why did I need them so
When He provides my everything, comfort when I;m low
Salvation, joy and peace of mind, rejoicing in my heart
Eternal life, heavenly guests, His promise from the start.

I loved that tiny cabin, its walls that smelled of pine
A place where God softly spoke and offered these as mine
Abundant love sent from above, ever deep and ever wide
A Palace in the heavens, Jesus Christ my constant guide. 

dsbutler 4/3/13
day # 2 NaPoWriMo

Monday, April 1, 2013


April is National Poetry Month
I have officially joined the NaPoWriMo 30 poems 30 days challenge
And will be posting a poem each day....hopefully, prayerfully....sure!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


through whispering pines I hear His voice
feel His touch in gentle breeze
His sovereign love within me dwells
Saving Grace is all I breathe

The Lord of peace shines down on me
Love and Comfort softly warms
a gentle flow of mercy pours
safe in Him my life transforms

His promise of eternity
deeply pierced this heart of mine
firmly living the Written Truth
      heart and soul with Him entwined


Monday, March 19, 2012

The Dull of Day

In dull of day
the dark blue far-away ocean
appeared in a daydream;
her rock bound coast
with jagged boulders

kissed the slopes of low-lying hills
where pines and firs and cedars
clustered together
 a frolicking stream
tumbled down the mountainside
and I awoke wondering
who could not believe in God
if dreams such as this
in the dull of day

Monday, April 11, 2011

Take Me Back

If you could take me back 
to before
the scars of yesterday
I would dance with you
under starry skies 
and midnight moon
and offer you the whole of me
better than bits and pieces

your happiness and laughter
would echo through the night air
a thrill
for my lonely heart to hear
and there would be no pretending
or uncertainty
about our existence together

for our dance
arm in arm beneath the heavens
would be a testimony of love
to our God
before the years lived
beyond yesterdays scars

original 2005

© dsbutler 2005-2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Insurmountable restlessness
visits again
draining the soul
more evidenced now
than in earlier days
consumed by the beckoning
of one heart's journey

stirring memories of days past
when delicate snow flakes
drifted through the pines
blanketing the soul
a safety from
harsh words and thoughts
that echoed through the cold night

praying for understanding
of these times
needing the comfort of a soft hand
the peaceful rhythm of one's heartbeat
yet now love seems so absent
silenced by awakenings of the night

can you explain why the shallow waters
of a mountain stream flow
as freely as the wind
or why the trails burst with
dancing fragrant flowers?
yet the heart so pure and gentle
full of tender love
is left crying
alone to suffer in brokenness

the flowers are not left to mourn
in the fields
they live and spread their beauty
across the hills, down the valley
alive throughout God's creation

one can now only pray
when reminded
of the choices
made without Him

original 2006

Saturday, February 19, 2011

A little bit of Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
...Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Safe In His Arms

It is now in this season
the one I love the most
my thoughts turn to you

traveling winter roads

to touch your hand

kiss your cheek

to somehow ease

your pain

the ache

of my own heart

whispered I love you's

echo down lonely halls

the moment silenced

by the drifting snow

outside your window

poetry shared,
scriptures read

with quiet laughter,
we marvel

 as distant february sun

glistens on snow covered fields

I watch

the twinkle in your eyes

a peacefulness

a rest in the dissolve of winter

the day  draws cold

in this the bittersweet sting

of Victory 

Oh blessed mother of mine

this is my sweet season of you


copyright 2005-2010
written in loving memory of my mother
February 12, 1980

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Love is Now

to love and be  loved so deeply  
that no
pain, no heartache 
of yesterday
could ever again mingle 
with the dark of night,
or torment the delight of new day
a pure inaudible pleasure of love 
waiting to dance on lonely lips 

 love never comes too late

Sunday, January 23, 2011


In the heart of the woods
a gentle breeze 
 God's breath on angel wings
brings comfort to the day's turmoil.
be still, fear not I hear Him say

kind words in the din and chaos
 His whispers of ceaseless love
 a soothing balm to wounded heart
My peace is yours He reminds

 Hands of strength and splendor
reach across limitless heavens
through  rage of thunderous sky
 calming hearts bathed in tears
I shall never leave you nor forsake you
confident hope rests in the Source
meek and gentle is His Way
there is peace
in the silence
In the heart
of the woods

copyright 2011 dsbutler