Simplicity

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[The links provided within today’s post provide additional insight into the world of simplicity as they connect to previous catnipoflife postings. For Eskimo Kisses, the link directs you to catnipoflife poetry within which you will need to scroll for the new poem.]

SimplicityHave you ever given much thought to the word, simplicity, other than relating it to the little things, those being easy to understand or do? There is simplicity of the world around us, simplicity of the moment, simplicity of thoughts, simplicity of actions, simplicity of trust, simplicity of values, simplicity of character, simplicity of respect, simplicity of generosity, which all fall within the complexity of love. None of these are hard to achieve. All reign within the realm of beauty, simple beauty, beauty of heart, mind, soul.

The mindset of beauty, its purity & clarity, forms the simplicity of elegance. To be elegant…

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Love Poem: Forever

love poem tessa saks
Where would I be without your love?
How would I ever know?
For no matter what happens
through this course of life
called time–
I am yours.
Deep within the
locked safe of my heart,
you shall
forever be protected.
Loved.

In spite of any and all
the events that may
conspire against us.
No matter the weather
I will hold you true.
For you are my forever love.
And I will hold you–
branded on my heart
for evermore.
Beyond eternity.

By Tessa Saks

Bits and Pieces of Love…

Love christmas

Bits and Pieces of Love…

The box of Christmas ornaments hidden away for so long spilled onto the floor; memories flooded back, two adult children taken from me.  Frozen in time, I picked up the handmade treasures; paper, ribbon, bits and pieces of love formed into special ornaments that these children made for me when they were children.

Tonight I sit, a wounded soul and I write a letter that I have not written since I myself was a child.  

Dear Santa Clause,

There are just a few wishes this year on my list.  Leave me a sign that my children know how much they are missed.  Leave me a box of magic needles and thread to mend my heart so that I may find a reason to get out of bed .  Maybe a bag of Christmas Spirit filled with love that eases the pain of what I lost to Heaven above.  Do you still remember me Santa after all of these years; do you remember how your gifts could take away my tears?  I know that I have ask for a lot, but can I have a reason to live tied up in a shiny new box; four years…a long time to grieve, please Santa with all my heart I want to believe. 

Love, Anne

This is such a beautiful and touching piece from Anne Johnson Murphree, a writer who lost her children. The link below connects you with her blog and more heartwarming pieces.

Bits and Pieces of Love….

Love Poem: Wanting

Love poem Tessa Saks
Love Poem: Wanting
By Tessa Saks

Lost in time.
Unable to free my soul
from the tethers
of your touch.
Will you respond?

And will you remember
all that we shared?
In the still of night.
A night of endless pleasure.

The night
I opened
to find love.
Unexpected and raw.

My secret desire now exposed
by the touch
of your hand on my body.
Searching.
Discovering the heat
in need of escape.
My guilty pleasure.

Open the door.
Release the years of
pent up longing.
Take me in your arms and
kiss me.
With reckless abandon.
As we did that night.

I wait.
Impatiently.
I long for you
beyond the hours
and the days.
I am yours.
Waiting. Wanting.
For you. Only you.

Love Poem: To Celia

Love Poem Tessa Saks
To Celia
by Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge thee with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did’st only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grow and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.