Once I was a child
on a beach.
Building sandcastles and
searching for sea glass.
Putting my toes cautiously into the sea.

Once I was a teen
on a beach.
Watching seagulls and
moving my blanket to align with the sun.
Venturing into the surf
and battling each wave as it came.

Once I was an adult
on a beach
Sitting and contemplating.
Watching the clouds pass and
taking deep breaths of salty air.
Content to watch the waves break gently offshore.

Now I am old
and the beach is far from me.
In the water, first gently adrift.
then suddenly and swiftly moving out into the open sea.
A shrinking dot on the horizon, like the setting sun.

Denise M. Kandola. Copyrighted 2010.

Heroes

It is always sad when your heroes fall from grace,
from that space you put them in your heart or mind.
After some contemplation you find perhaps you were too quick
to stick the label on them in the first place.

4.0 GPA MBA

I am a 4.0 GPA MBA.


A middle-aged woman.

An under-employed, underutilized, and overlooked female.



I am a target to others with lesser education.

A threat to insecure people, regardless.

The "man" on the rock - come knock me off.



Educated.

Graduated.

In the throes of a downward spiraling economy.

Unwittingly a future case study

to dissect and critique.



I am a 4.0 GPA MBA.

A non-ivy league middle-aged woman.



But in my soul

I feel an astronaut.

Tested and true.

Trained and readied.

Confident.

Focused.

Anxious for flight.

Ready for lift off.

Poised on the launch pad.

Waiting for the words "all systems go".

The countdown.



Wanting only to brush the stars.

To prove, even if briefly...

...that the sky was mine.

Copyright.  2009.  ClookeyKan

Unrelenting

Just like certain flowers
I wait for the hour to open my petals to the sun.
It has been dark and cold for far too long.
If that hour shall come,
The birds will sing a sweet, unrelenting song.
And…I
I will sing along.
©Denise M. Kandola, 2010

In His Garden, by Denise M. Kandola

At this time of year, I thought I would post the lyrics to a song I wrote. The music, written by a friend, as well as a full musical collaboration is still in the works at this time, but I wanted to post my lyrics...to share, to copyright. The picture, incidentally, was taken by me two years ago. It is The Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist, Cleveland, OH.


In His Garden
Oh my Savior, feel my sorrow
In that hour not one could keep.
In this garden of all suffering
Asking me whom do I seek?
I resisted many times, Lord
Your will and Your plan for me.
I did not possess the courage
To accept the agony.
Finding a peace here in Your arms.
Searching for peace here in Your arms.
Alone I long for You.
Alone I pray to You.
Alone I search for You.
Oh my Lord, my God, my Father
With You in this sacred place.
My soul finds complete surrender
Open to Your loving Grace.
Let me always feel Your presence,
Your never ending walk with me.
May I hear Your softest whisper
Every time You speak to me.
Finding a peace here in Your arms.
Searching for peace here in your arms.
Alone I long for You.
Alone I pray to You.
Alone I search for You.
In the garden find me Lord.
Your love is seeking me
Alone.
DMCK. Copyright, 2009.

I Was Here

If you make the statement "I was here" invoking most people to think to themselves...or worse yet to verbalize..."so what", you've got to ask yourself "how can I change that".

Or if you really don't care simply rephrase it: I was here, so what.

You'll save everyone (including yourself) time and effort.

Purpose

The purpose of this blog is to log me -- my thoughts and my poetry. All poetry, lyrics, essays, photos and/or literary works contained and published herein are copyrighted with all rights reserved.