tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51603289474760815552024-02-20T15:24:54.814-05:00the voyagesojourn of a transparent soulthewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-69606617232692980682013-10-07T22:48:00.000-04:002013-10-07T22:48:34.162-04:00Restoration<div class="p1">
All it took was one look</div>
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One glance and I knew</div>
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Everything around me was so real</div>
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So vibrant</div>
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So full of life</div>
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Gleaming, beaming, glowing</div>
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Breathing, pumping, flowing</div>
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Water and earth and air and fire</div>
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All in their element</div>
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Free and fierce and gentle</div>
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Unashamed</div>
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I noticed from the beginning</div>
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Your fragmented heart</div>
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Trying to hold those heavy pieces</div>
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In your bruised and cut up hands</div>
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I'm wrapped in bandage</div>
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But I can share some of mine</div>
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To patch and stitch and mend</div>
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Begin to heal, my friend</div>
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Let your cheeks fill with color</div>
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Wipe the salt stains from your face</div>
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Fill your lungs and look above</div>
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You will be restored again</div>
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© 2013 Kaeli Riccardi</div>
thewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-34820715587067886812012-11-29T21:24:00.000-05:002012-11-29T21:24:23.241-05:00November 8, 2012she breathes in ocean<br />
and exhales rain<br />
her heart's a fountain<br />
it can't be tamedthewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-48722729212288663122012-06-10T21:43:00.001-04:002012-06-10T21:43:19.166-04:00Tomorrow's Song(Originally written 3.27.11)<br />
<br />
Tomorrow comes when the burning heart rises<br />
And all matches met with today's end<br />
Hope is reborn with the sound of singing<br />
It's time to paint the roses red<br />
<br />
What do you say now that yesterday's gone<br />
And tomorrow hasn't come?<br />
We've only got today, let it begin now<br />
And we'll sing tomorrow's song<br />
<br />
Through the looking glass we see the dark past<br />
With white rabbits and lies all around<br />
Mirrored with shame, we'll run to the place<br />
Where our hearts in love will abound<br />
<br />
What do you say now that yesterday's gone<br />
And tomorrow hasn't come?<br />
We've only got today, let it begin now<br />
And we'll sing tomorrow's song<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2012 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-4042621247380204952012-06-10T21:20:00.001-04:002012-06-10T21:41:05.587-04:00The Reason for HopeWe see each other through a broken lens;<br />
We see in a mirror, dimly, for now,<br />
But when the perfect comes, the partial dies<br />
And then can love, in full, truly abound.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2012 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-64370909193404384572011-05-25T15:52:00.000-04:002012-06-10T21:40:49.398-04:00WallsA wall that's built<br />
On lies and guilt<br />
Is hardly a wall at all.<br />
Stones soon will tumble<br />
And cement will crumble<br />
And surely, it will fall.<br />
A Judas kiss<br />
Begins with bliss<br />
And seems like a supporter;<br />
Holding the bricks<br />
Are concealed tricks,<br />
What some assume is mortar.<br />
But if rain drips,<br />
The stones will slip<br />
For lack of a foundation;<br />
No longer will<br />
This 'wall' be still<br />
A mask of adulation.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-8067712123748384322011-05-21T00:17:00.002-04:002012-06-10T21:40:42.574-04:00we rise up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">with heavy hearts and overflowing souls.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">with blindfolds, our feet knowing where to go.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">slaking our thirst and surrendering our fears.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">out of the ashes and through the tears.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">against the known and the unknown.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">to stand for the fallen and alone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">with hope and overwhelming grace.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">ready to take our place.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">o sons of God,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">we rise up.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-26035235506886829362011-04-13T23:39:00.000-04:002011-04-13T23:39:32.099-04:00April 5, 2011"How insignificant I seem,"<br />
said the little seed,<br />
"Why do I compare me<br />
to the olive tree?<br />
Nothing comes easy,<br />
not even melodies.<br />
And honestly,<br />
I don't need your sympathy.<br />
Farmers sow and reap -<br />
they like what they see -<br />
but I'm painted in ivory.<br />
My envy screams like a cacophony<br />
but You resist the urge to leave.<br />
You stop and look at me,<br />
the lonely little seed;<br />
You rest me on Your knee<br />
and tell me how I'm lovely.<br />
Then You plant me by the sea<br />
and I have life, suddenly,<br />
like You've handed me an eternal key.<br />
I begin to grow and spring<br />
from the dirt and soiling;<br />
I shower down my many leaves<br />
and they drift off in evening breeze.<br />
I am not an olive tree,<br />
for I have been made differently,<br />
but I am slowly blossoming<br />
into who I was made to be."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-8019187114267820602011-04-13T23:36:00.002-04:002011-04-13T23:38:31.702-04:00Black Socks and White-Woolen LocksI am a wolf in sheep's clothing<br />
Passing by the watchmen, on to the herd<br />
Disguised in determination<br />
Waiting for one to be lured<br />
Out by curiosity, or a mere distraction<br />
So I can soon follow that lonely lamb<br />
And satisfy my unending hunger<br />
But suddenly, I hear a crying Man<br />
He's calling out a name<br />
One I do not recognize<br />
And that measly morsel turns around<br />
Leaving me to wallow in my demise<br />
Where the Man now lays His head<br />
I would not think to enter<br />
For I am a god in my own mind<br />
'Pride' some call it (I'm my own center)<br />
<br />
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<br />
[The thief's perspective from John 10.]<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-57254161407703746972011-04-13T23:36:00.000-04:002011-04-13T23:36:38.609-04:00Dust and AshOh, how I can taste<br />
Your sweet, saving grace<br />
As it flows like raging rapids<br />
Through my soul; I no longer feel trapped in<br />
This grave that I've made -<br />
In my bed of contentment.<br />
I was a slave bound in chains,<br />
But in You I am resting.<br />
I drink Your words like water;<br />
They refresh me, along with Your other sons and daughters.<br />
I am but clay in my Potter's hands,<br />
Being molded and matured to become a new man.<br />
I am transformed with a naked heart;<br />
Lord, You've been with me from the start.<br />
(My name is Dustin Ashe and here I lie<br />
Dead to the world, but fully alive.)<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-74580521359034802792011-04-13T00:36:00.001-04:002011-04-13T00:36:53.406-04:00An Excuse OvercomeThe sun is setting<br />
And the stars are ready<br />
For this day to come to an end<br />
An overtaking night sweeps in<br />
The clouds communicate<br />
Their laughter turns to rain<br />
Gravity pulls the water down<br />
But in stubbornness, turns it back around<br />
A voice is carried down the river by a chilling breeze<br />
Are You its owner, speaking out to me?<br />
<br />
I hear You, oh I hear You<br />
But I'm not as obedient as the trees that grow toward You<br />
I need You, You know I need You, Lord<br />
So I'll take that piece of wood and move forward<br />
<br />
The buzzing bees and chirping birds ensure<br />
That all is well, yet we still endure<br />
The pain of the day and the cricks in our necks<br />
What's next? Glasses and specs?<br />
The morning grass is wet with dew<br />
And each seed sprouts in the golden hue<br />
I suppose I can't complain<br />
After all, You've given me a name<br />
<br />
I hear You, oh I hear You<br />
But I can't speak as well as my brother before You<br />
I need You, my God, I need You<br />
Torn, I'll take up this piece of wood and move forward<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-64458621411323485192011-04-13T00:36:00.000-04:002011-04-13T00:36:20.512-04:00July 1, 2010I want to be holy, but my faith is weak.<br />
I want to be set apart, but unwilling are my feet.<br />
My inclination is to choke, but my desire is to grow.<br />
What is relevant in all I know?<br />
I may be silent, but at least I'm real,<br />
Attempting to reflect the things I feel.<br />
Oh the taste, the taste of Your mercy is bittersweet,<br />
Receiving grace instead of what is truly my defeat.<br />
I want to cry out Your name, but I've lost my voice.<br />
In the end, this is my choice.<br />
I know I'm meant for something more,<br />
But how do I follow the One I adore?<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-28293813829538409892011-04-12T22:17:00.000-04:002011-04-12T22:17:20.157-04:00Monster, pt. 3The buzzing of my fan ensues,<br />
White noise to block you out;<br />
My eyes glance around the room,<br />
My heart is beating doubt.<br />
A single lamp is flickering,<br />
I clench a pillow to my chest;<br />
My thoughts cannot stop bickering;<br />
Will I ever find rest?<br />
Footsteps resonate from down the hall<br />
And my pulse is gaining speed.<br />
The rhythms sync, then suddenly halt;<br />
I've sunk down to my knees.<br />
Under the door, a shadow lingers.<br />
My hands clasp together,<br />
Finger intertwined with finger,<br />
And I begin to finally remember:<br />
The door is locked and I hold the key;<br />
Sorry, Monster, for you cannot enter.<br />
Because of Him, I am now free.<br />
Of my life, He is the center.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-34825717150695239222011-04-11T01:08:00.001-04:002011-04-12T22:13:44.607-04:00Monster, pt. 2If I could sleep the day away<br />
My dreams would provide some escape<br />
From a painted reality<br />
To what's really inside of me<br />
I passed you on the street<br />
Choking on words stifled behind my teeth<br />
My smile, acing as a disguise<br />
Unable to reflect my inward demise<br />
<br />
This suffocating "day-to-day" is wasting away<br />
To something smaller than rot and decay<br />
<br />
If you could see through the surface<br />
You'd be the only one<br />
To know what you're really dealing with<br />
The monster I've become<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-47699120201916081972011-04-11T01:04:00.001-04:002011-04-11T02:10:56.844-04:00Monster, pt. 1My thoughts echo in this empty room<br />
As my spine chills from my heart-shaped tomb<br />
I dream to be awakened from this nightmare<br />
Until then, my eyes stare<br />
From far away to a world unknown<br />
A place I long to call my home<br />
I remain planted like a seed among thorns<br />
Dry, choked out, and longing for more<br />
My apologies are only apathy replaced<br />
Attempting to fill this forgotten space<br />
There's one way out, but no way in<br />
If I leave, I'll never see this place again<br />
My monster screams for me to stay<br />
And so I leave with no delay<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160328947476081555.post-13870157584820629922011-04-11T00:42:00.000-04:002011-04-11T00:56:34.070-04:00April 22, 2009This blog is solely dedicated to my poetry. Not all of my poems have titles, therefore I will just post the date it was written as the title if it doesn't have one. Any blogs other than poems I've written will be few and far between. So, without further ado, here is the first poem in this voyage.<br />
<br />
Glance at the past but do not hold onto<br />
the fact that you have let it control you.<br />
There is still time for you to change your mind,<br />
this burning agony of "feeling fine."<br />
The present is what you want it to be:<br />
a thought, a smile, a move makes history,<br />
though what you do now may not only be<br />
faded action turned to memory.<br />
The future is what keeps us going on,<br />
with hope that what is now will soon be gone.<br />
Look forward with a mindset of the Truth<br />
and let it affect everything you do.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">©</span> 2011 Kaeli Riccardithewhisperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13649931721147977082noreply@blogger.com0