Will you…?

 

It’s honest like

a hungry man’s plea,

or volatile

like

a flame’s

feathery burn

 

It’s the gentle touch on a

child’s cheek

or the violence of

a deceived

heart

 

Love,

 

will you make

our lips surrender

our bodies yield

our spirits merge?

 I wonder

 

Your glory, reflected

in the passion of stormy eyes

concealed

in the caress of the breath

alive

through mortal shadows

rupture

death.

 

Your imprint, edged

in the smile of clouds

granted

in the whisper of moonshine

infinite temptation

to rest

to resurrect.

I stare

 

Love,

 

will you bring us to our knees

in prayer

and grief

will you steer our voyage

with faith

our pain with

grace?

 

will you leave a trail

of kisses

part the waves of

anguish

bless our altar to

human frailty

with

divine creation?

I bow 

INVITATION

A tremor colors the dryness,

a voice cuts through the gale:

 

“This one belongs to the journey,

should she choose to believe.”

 

A bell chimes in Heaven,

a shadow calls her name.

If death is not a beginning,

why do we reach for the sky?

 

A wave crosses the desert,

a shiver moves the plains:

 

“This one will taste the harvest,

she will carve the bark of faith.

A message’s dawned on her sorrow,

her task throughout the land:

 

 “This one is marked for greatness,

should she choose to believe.”

Maryse G. Copans © 2011

Photograph taken in Eygalières, France (courtesy of Francine Godet © 2011)

WISHES

 

I wish you a healing voyage through the rainbow.

The thousand colors of hope.

A myriad of blessings.

 

I wish you a quiet awakening to the many splendors

that your heart beholds.

The true gift of your soul.

 

May you abandon worry’s cowardly disguise,

and remember the many faces

of your deepest longings.

 

May you grasp the sureness of the moment,

and taste the divine freedom

of living without fear.

 

Let your spirit soar high above life’s limitations.

You are your own inspiration,

your own guide.

 

Let love’s light wash away the old patterns.

Stand, peaceful, in God’s presence,

and meet the promise of each day.

 

Maryse G. Copans © 2011

HUMAN RHAPSODY

You are inspiration and flesh.

Capricious prelude to an adagio of desires

and a cacophony of needs.

You are the proud crescendo rising:

powerful solo and perfect arpeggios.

Virtuoso behind a mask.

You are the time sensitive fugue.

The wild tempo of happiness and fame,

the pop melody of the merry.

You are the broken chord, the endless drop.

The symphony of the wounded.

Disenchanted aria and shadowed brilliance,

an unsought yet necessary pause,

a breath that won’t be silenced.

The chant dawning away the ebony hours.

You are the leap of faith and resilience.

Childlike composer of the present.

Cautious maestro of tomorrow.

You are the suspended bridge to eternity.

An ode to death beyond loss and fear,

the pure evensong of the rose windows.

You are the immortal beloved.

A full harmonic orchestra. A Divine ensemble.

The glorious Alleluia of humanity.

Maryse G. Copans © 2011

Moving on

Embrace a vision of the future that allows you to be who you truly are.

Let today’s heaviness and pain rock you into acceptance.

Life whispers, “You’re a beautiful child, dear to my heart.

Seek to trust this mysterious and eternally shifting dance.”

 

Find comfort in the caring embrace of the ones you love.

Let the silence bring forth your deepest fears, your buried longings.

From the stillness will grow the blessings you feel undeserving of.

It’s a lie no longer convenient, a reality no longer becoming.

 

Find strength and courage in the wisdom of a battle well fought.

Let your victory conquer the bitterness of the price you paid.

The new you is worth much more than you ever thought.

Believe in her. And in the powers that came to your aid.

 

Glory in the peace and beauty of who you truly are.

Let the grace inside guide you to a clearing, a just respite.

Every day that goes by is a gift to share, a call to take part

in the unfolding of your dreams, in the rest of your life

 

Maryse G. Copans © 2010

WOULD I…?

 

I would trade it for a world

where darkness shines upon the stars;

where storms repair the bluff of broken hearts,

and lightning strikes the dragon of unspoken fears.

 

I would trade it all for a space

where death becomes one with the tremor of each new birth;

where pain marries the laughter of fresh beginnings,

and tears abate the inner fires of hell.

 

I would trade it for a country

where the impassable peaks melt their fiercest glaciers;

where forgotten caves reveal the murals of yester night,

and the longest tunnels bridge the gap between despair and hope.

 

I would trade it all for a world

where love is the prequel to a Book for the Living,

and where gentleness is the crown to a majesty of soul beings.

 

I would.

Were it not my world.

Already.

 

 

Maryse G. Copans © 2010

The Road

• This poem is inspired by Dr Seuss’  wise rhymes…

A road with no end in sight,

A journey that spans a lifetime, and beyond.

So many tempted to withdraw.

So few willing to let go. Our choice.

 

It takes courage and strength to initiate the change.

The victim in us remains eager to blame.

Who wants to turn inward and travel in the dark?

No map, no destination, just the need to embark

on a quest to a brighter outlook, a deeper awareness.

It is quite a challenge; no wonder we’re restless!

And yet, as we advance, often weary and blue,

Burdened by our losses and fears, our lives start anew.

The promise of the future keeps us taking steps

toward a light that flickers, a sense of progress.

When we’re ready to accept that we are not alone,

mountains start moving to give us what we want.

We regain our power to connect and create,

we set priorities; our passion cannot wait.

Out in the sun, at last, one thing’s for certain:

traveling is fun when guided by intuition.

And so we set out again, armed with hope and delight,

to pursue this journey to reclaim our birthright.

 

A road with no end in sight

A path that twists and winds: take it.

It’s got treasures to teach and

the reward is a life well lived. Take flight!

I DARE YOU TO BE…

Unerring. Excited.

Never entered that place before.

A step and then another.

Positively fine. No danger behind the door.

On these new grounds, we feel

Lavishly proud.

Off to take a new stand, we get bold.

Gone the people pleasers;

Erased the guilt and doubts.

Too bad for those who don’t get it.

Imperfect life; full of mystery and beauty.

Cycles; highs and lows;

All blend into a masterpiece of feelings.

Landing into our own minds and souls.

Letting everyone know that we say

Yes!

 

Hide no more.

Announce it clear and loud.

Perfect’s not necessary;

Polished is obsolete.

Youthful and brave, we dare to be:

 

 UNAPOLOGETICALLY HAPPY!

 

Are you ready to take the dare or do you have another one for me?

2010 © Maryse G. Copans

 

Words

I wrote this in the fall of 2007 when I first discovered that I could play with words in English, my second language. I’ve been following the dream. Please do not let go of your own.

Words are obscuring my vision;

they’re screaming for attention.

Words of advice, of comfort, of love;

tales of sadness, of pain, of doubt.

 

Who am I to claim the power 

to create, to charm, to conjure,

feelings of wonder, of grace, of bliss;

tears of chagrin, of loss or distress?

 

 Words are flowing from nowhere. 

They obviously don’t want to care

that I’m new to the language of the heart.

On paper, it’s a brand new start.

 

 “Trust”, they implore,” listen to your dreams.

They are true even when it seems

that the road is too long and hazardous.

It’s an illusion. This is your purpose.

 

 So grab the pen and inspiration will flow.

It can strike any time. You just don’t know.

Be ready and let the writing be written,

Accept the gift; the rest of your life’s begun.”

 

 Copyright © Maryse G Copans – January 2010

 

Midlife Musings on “D”

I desire to be more than I’ve ever been,

to visit lands so far undiscovered, unseen.

I want to climb the mountain of my own ambition,

heart focused on my steps, eyes on the horizon.

 

I made a deal with myself, a promise I will keep,

while restless in the shadows, unable to sleep:

I must break the pattern of dreams unrealized

of longings unrevealed, stories unauthorized.

 

I must dare look at my body in the mirror

and reaffirm that I’m both warrior and victor.

In a world encaged in fear and worries

I must choose the language of witches and fairies.

 

God’s destiny for me: I hear its sweet sound

when the useless chatter recedes in the background.

It keeps me anchored against doubts and regrets;

it prods me gently on my trek to Mount Everest.

 

I’m determined to embrace all that I am,

was, and will become. From the road I travel will stem

the artist who’s beginning to rise, and who, timidly,

is writing the first syllables of what makes her happy.

 

She deserves the chance to grow and blossom

into her own creation, a whole new person.

Together we gently weave the threads

of a woman  fulfilled, of a promise well kept.

 

I pledge to never abandon my yearning to discover

the secret corners of my soul that want to recover

from past misunderstandings, all that went wrong,

and hum tomorrow’s unbridled, and joyous song.