Drageda

In These Feathered Fields

Walking across soft fields

in colored songs not black or white

I meet ten million souls

Who dance my arduous plight

mountains of whispering feathers

flitter all about

until one by one these sweeping dreams

rest on the ground, worn-out

but as the last wilted feather falls

souls begin to shout

while I lift my weary head

they don’t let my flame go out

each hands me back a feather

to give me needed peace

making me immortal

they don’t let my music cease

they bless my final dance

and willingly outpour

a love filled last hurrah

but they’ve given so much more

you see

a journey such as mine

ached for faith restored

and as I say goodbye

my soul now freely soars

in these feathered fields

through these open doors

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Copyright 2009

The Butterfly Dance

Chasing dreams like butterfly hunters
calculated swings or a free sweeping swoosh
Destiny defined with mathematical precision
or passions tasted in sips like wine
Opposing forces threaten clarity
but worse steal time from dreams
Our soul embraces truth
only speaking when we listen
Haunting sounds of the harp
call us to our plan
Do we assess the instrument
or hear soothing angels play the answers
With magical sounds of the intangible hugging us
Do we squeeze tightly
whimsically swaying to the butterfly dance
hoping to discover
the ultimate scientific formula,
Faith

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem, Faith: This poem is for those times in our life when we may be guilty of over analyzing our purpose. You know, the times when you think to yourself..”I have these dreams”…but “so what”..”so does everyone else, what makes mine so special”. That’s when sometimes we try to calculate our dreams..sorta figure them out..like a physics question. Thus begins the debate in our mind, do we simply forge ahead with our hearts, or do we calculate every step along the way to make them come true. But the big question is, will they come true? Am I worthy, am I passionate enough?

The Beauty Of It

Time passing sings loudly
Measure not the Journey
Nor the choices made
Rather unions formed,
Vows spoken freely,
Promises of everlasting love,
They are the hands elevating our spirit
To touch God
Can you see the Beauty of it?

Their faces one with a higher power
As they join with the other, now
Two people peacefully united,
Delivering breaths of light
To a world seeking grace
There is such beauty in it

Holding our heads high
We donate our tears
As they vow to Have and to Hold
We cry as we too have witnessed
God’s love bless our own union
Each clinging tear our gift to them
Knowing the light of the Holy Spirit
Shall be their arms on tired days
We have seen the beauty of it

Embracing on this joyous day
Blessed by God,
Witnessed by family and friends
Each one us gives to them
The singular power of Faith
Knowing Faith to be God’s timeless
Sustainer of life and eternal joy
That is the Beauty of it

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

A WEDDING POEM: This poem was written as a wedding gift for a family member who is very dear to me. The title “The Beauty of It” comes from the line in the movie, Bridges Over Madison County, where Meryl Streep says she wonders “if anyone could ever see the beauty of it” (not an exact quote). The line in the movie touched me deeply, and if I had the power to grant one blessing for this wedding it would be that both of them experience this deep love with each other for their lifetime. “This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime”…so perfectly stated by Clint Eastwoods character in the movie. What a beautiful wish for any couple.

Take Me To Your Beautiful

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.