Someday you’ll take me to your beautiful
And show me all the colors there
Someday you’ll take me to your plentiful
And show me time I’ve always had to spare
Someday you’ll take me to your peacefulness
And show me joy in quiet care
I need to feel your spiritual
Where we’ll climb upon your knowledge stair
Lead me to your wonderful
And show me how to dance without a single care
Fly me to your gloryness
Where music plays itself in air
Sing to me collective passions
The Choir freed from all despair
Let me live my life in comprehensiveness
Happiness my gift from prayer
Shine a light within my beautiful
And show me every color there
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem, Our True Self, Our Secret Place: This poem, when you first read it, sounds as though it’s speaking about passing to the next life. Actually, this poem is written about the place in ourselves, in our spirit, that is untouchable. Through all the stress, pain, confusion and struggles life presents to us, there is, inside of us, a place..our secret place…that nobody is able to penetrate. Personally, I’m able to tap into this inner sanctuary and hope others can find a way to know “that which is only theirs to keep”. This is a place where people cannot piggy back their problems and actions onto you. Visualize it as an inner light sorta swirling in the middle of your tummy. It’s you. It’s the real “you”. The untouched “you”. The “you” despite the imprint the world has made on your character. The “you” that simply “is”. Your own personal connection to heaven. Almost like a reminder that we are not to let this life overwhelm and consume us to any breaking point because this place is our inner connection to where we really come from and when we are called home, this place will blossom like a flower. So stand strong in your day to day struggles and know that in you is a secret place that is only yours, and you are always and forever safe there.
Listen to Me
I am tired of being ignored!
You stand there doing the dishes,
you don’t even hear me!
I am screaming at you!!!
Open your eyes to me
You can’t live without me,
I am the one. I define you.
It’s your Soul speaking!!
pay some attention! NOW!
Face it, you were meant to do more!
be more…
Put down the dish cloth this very second
and Dance with me
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem, Listen To Me! – Written as a reminder to “self” to go for it. Knowing who we are “authentically” is the challenge. Seems like we’re all so busy, we forget, or don’t even know what our true passions are. “I Am Here”.
Set your soul free by opening up to yourself first
It’s safe with me, open your heart
Release your need to sing, pour out your life to me
I am near you, don’t be afraid,
For I will listen, I won’t tell
I don’t judge, I won’t yell
I will only hear you
The weight must be unbearable, your soul must need to fly
Can you really carry this alone
It’s much too heavy, release your thoughts,
And I will hear you cry
Your spirit lives inside, it wants to help as well
Like me it knows your anguish
It’s begging you to let it go
It loves you, it is you
Simply shadowed by this secret
For I will listen, I won’t tell
I don’t judge, I won’t yell,
For I will only hear you . . .
I can only hear you . . . since
I am you, yes, I am you
by Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Poem, about Self Truth: I was about 35 years old when I sat down to put pen to paper on this one. I remember it was late at night, maybe around 11:00pm, it was nice and quiet, everyone was in bed. All comfy cozy, under my blanket, sitting in my chair in the living room, I had the urge to write. So with a pen and paper, I started. I wrote lyrics for two songs and a poem that night. This post is that Poem. The subject of the poem pertains to being truthful to yourself first and foremost. In other words, the initial person you should talk out a problem with is yourself. Don’t block the truth from your conscious mind, force yourself to hear your own soul’s truths. Don’t be afraid, because ultimately, (as the old saying goes) “you will be set free”.
Poem about the very complicated issue of a Mother’s choice: Dedicated to families who have endured this agonizing journey. An issue not to be judged, an issue strictly personal to each individual. Until we walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, what do we really know? Compassion, not judgement could be our words of choice. On a more personal note, I know two women who faced this choice, the way this ends, is how their story unfolded as well.
FOR EMILY
An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, proudly humming
“I have a baby on the way”
Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way
Daddy holds mommy’s hand
He says, thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have you
and I am blessed to wear our wedding band
A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You are very sick he says
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk
Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way
Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child
She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice
Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today
Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy
Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy’s light warming them both
His deep love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays
Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays,
by Barbara Tremblay Cipak