Touch of Peace

Touch of Peace

Sometimes I close my eyes and feel the peace,
That permeates our home on winter days,
And though it seems the snow will never cease,
The silent blanket smothers my malaise.

My life path on occasion has been rough,
Though with help, not insurmountably so.
Prayers of friends and family were enough,
To see me here, my safehouse in the snow.

By looking back, I see I must let go,
Of all the strings I used to tightly bind
To me, the hopes and dreams I tried to grow,
And set them free, their own life paths to find.

In solitude, I ponder thanks to give,
Though fame and success quite eluded me,
For friends and family, and time to live;
I’m grateful for that living legacy.

I sense the slowing of life’s mighty wheel,
Days grow shorter and the nights grow colder.
I live each day, prepared for when I feel,
God's gentle touch of peace on my shoulder.

Mick McKellar
November 2014


Once again I’ve been reminded of the delicacy of my health, and in the silence of late night, put to work pondering my fragile legacy.

Mick

Merry Mind Music

Merry Mind Music

The ebb and flow of words that dance and sing,
Upon my daydream river’s closest shore,
Sparkle just when the sands of thought they bring,
Ascend to form bright crystal songs that soar.
I see and hear their meteoric rise,
The chiming of their lucent silver notes,
An orchestra of sound in midnight skies,
As prancing points of light through star-shine floats.
The wintry words of wonder sing a song,
Of glad thanksgiving and of yuletide cheer,
To make my spirit yearn to sing along,
When Christmas comes to visit ev’ry year.
The music in my mind lets me enjoy,
These bright and merry songs of Christmas joy!

Mick McKellar
November 2014

The complicated rhythms of the music in my mind,
Were captured by the early Christmas shows and ads I find.
Hijacked by the splash and flash and glitter that they’re showing;
I wrote about Christmas ‘cause outside it’s always snowing…

Mick

Someone Else’s Eyes

Someone Else’s Eyes

Back when I lived alone inside my head,
I gazed inward to seek that golden thread
That led to me, and yet to my surprise,
I found myself in someone else’s eyes.

Together we, traversed a living sea,
And weathered storms with equanimity.
I stood each watch and learned to improvise,
With strength I found in someone else’s eyes.

I’d constantly reveled in being free,
When suddenly, our simple we, were three.
My whole life changed when I, between her cries,
Beheld pure love in someone else’s eyes.

As each child taught me things I didn’t know
About myself, and forcing me to grow;
I learned to see beyond my own disguise,
And found my soul in someone else’s eyes.

It seems my life is rushing towards its end;
And soon I’ll spend all that I have to spend.
I see my legacy, that wondrous prize,
As memories in someone else’s eyes.

Mick McKellar
November 2014

Sometimes we have to see ourselves as others see us, or as Robert Burns wrote:

“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!"

 Mick