- A field of sunflowers in Flemington, NJ
UNTIL IT’S TIME
(A love of 63 years, so many beautiful things to remember, and still there are things to share.
The hours march on, and yet, they remain in love as they always have been, together, hand in hand)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Let the days move on,
Let us live our lives,
In sweetness
Till we die.
Time beckons us,
As we hear the call;
The trumpets
Sound the cry.
For it is
The unknown
That drives us on,
Hands together still.
Walking paths
Filled with
Golden hours...
Until, until, until.
Copyright© October 2023
SEVENTEEN
(Soon to be eighty, she smiles thinking about that seventeen-year-old girl who fell in love
those many years ago...what a joy to honor their long relationship)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Love found its way to her doorstep
Those many years ago,
Like a beacon in the fog
Of poignant yesterdays.
She was seventeen, a young woman
With a gentle heart.
He, a worldly and knowing man,
Who knew her from the start.
In concert they walked their paths,
Weaving potentials into One.
Their long life together,
Honors who they have become.
Copyright © December 3, 2022
(Soon to be eighty, she smiles thinking about that seventeen-year-old girl who fell in love
those many years ago...what a joy to honor their long relationship)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Love found its way to her doorstep
Those many years ago,
Like a beacon in the fog
Of poignant yesterdays.
She was seventeen, a young woman
With a gentle heart.
He, a worldly and knowing man,
Who knew her from the start.
In concert they walked their paths,
Weaving potentials into One.
Their long life together,
Honors who they have become.
Copyright © December 3, 2022
TWILIGHT SWIM
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
The Sun is setting,
As ducks leave their grassy nests
Floating like shadows
© Copyright February 13, 2022
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
The Sun is setting,
As ducks leave their grassy nests
Floating like shadows
© Copyright February 13, 2022
THE CHOICE
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
June 5, 2022
I felt the world’s pain
And wondered how,
I could bring in more light?
My thoughts flowed,
While pondering
What actions would be right.
Shall I steer my path towards
Surrenders’ gloom, or
Find my way towards gratitude?
I rose from my chair knowing that
The garden’s beauty was
The remedy for my mood.
It was then I saw her…
With her scarlet wings,
Stilled on a beckoning tree.
In reverence I made my choice,
While Nature lit the way...
And my grateful heart was freed.
© Copyright 2022: MWD
Posted: June 5, 2022
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
June 5, 2022
I felt the world’s pain
And wondered how,
I could bring in more light?
My thoughts flowed,
While pondering
What actions would be right.
Shall I steer my path towards
Surrenders’ gloom, or
Find my way towards gratitude?
I rose from my chair knowing that
The garden’s beauty was
The remedy for my mood.
It was then I saw her…
With her scarlet wings,
Stilled on a beckoning tree.
In reverence I made my choice,
While Nature lit the way...
And my grateful heart was freed.
© Copyright 2022: MWD
Posted: June 5, 2022
THE MOUNTAIN
A celebratory poem by, Myra Wexler Darwish & Maurice Z Darwish
In honor of their 60th wedding anniversary, 7/23/2021
There are mountains
Whose peaks cannot be seen from below,
Yet climbers courageously make their ascent.
Our life began that way,
Looking up, strong and hopeful, never halting.
Our backpacks held our unique cultures;
Differences became our strengths,
Woven into the fabric of our lives.
A first child, a second, a third…life was full,
And our tapestry became more beautiful.
The joy of family sustained us,
Like a golden tonic that is savored
For its healing properties.
Parents and children filled our hearts with pride,
And lifted us along the way.
Our family grew,
A new son, two new daughters,
A grandchild, a second, a third.
Love never left our side,
Along the crags and crevices of our journey.
Hope and strength
Gave us the lift we needed.
Family accomplishments
Buoyed us, and
Smoothed our path ahead.
Our journey, now shortened by time,
Sees the mountain’s peak.
That little tapestry we started weaving
Those sixty years ago,
Has turned into something we deeply treasure.
A testament to our love for each other, and
All the choices we have made.
In loving support; we begin this last part of our climb,
Knowing that when we reach the summit,
We will have created a lasting work of art!
© Copyright 2021: MWD & MZD
Posted: August 9, 2021
A celebratory poem by, Myra Wexler Darwish & Maurice Z Darwish
In honor of their 60th wedding anniversary, 7/23/2021
There are mountains
Whose peaks cannot be seen from below,
Yet climbers courageously make their ascent.
Our life began that way,
Looking up, strong and hopeful, never halting.
Our backpacks held our unique cultures;
Differences became our strengths,
Woven into the fabric of our lives.
A first child, a second, a third…life was full,
And our tapestry became more beautiful.
The joy of family sustained us,
Like a golden tonic that is savored
For its healing properties.
Parents and children filled our hearts with pride,
And lifted us along the way.
Our family grew,
A new son, two new daughters,
A grandchild, a second, a third.
Love never left our side,
Along the crags and crevices of our journey.
Hope and strength
Gave us the lift we needed.
Family accomplishments
Buoyed us, and
Smoothed our path ahead.
Our journey, now shortened by time,
Sees the mountain’s peak.
That little tapestry we started weaving
Those sixty years ago,
Has turned into something we deeply treasure.
A testament to our love for each other, and
All the choices we have made.
In loving support; we begin this last part of our climb,
Knowing that when we reach the summit,
We will have created a lasting work of art!
© Copyright 2021: MWD & MZD
Posted: August 9, 2021
SPIRAL SONG
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
When will her stirring be complete?
A question that only
One’s heart can answer,
For she is no longer in time.
This older, seasoned woman
Whose recipes for a good life
Begin and end with
Loving relationships.
In her vessels she mixes
The stories of her lifetime
And those of her ancestors,
Filled to the top with laughter, joy, and tears.
She blends
With caring, conscious intent,
The bitter, sweet, and pungent memories
Of her existence.
Listen to the music she makes,
This melodic “Spiral Song,”
Created with a loving energy
That transcends space and time.
© Copyright 2021 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 28, 2021
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
When will her stirring be complete?
A question that only
One’s heart can answer,
For she is no longer in time.
This older, seasoned woman
Whose recipes for a good life
Begin and end with
Loving relationships.
In her vessels she mixes
The stories of her lifetime
And those of her ancestors,
Filled to the top with laughter, joy, and tears.
She blends
With caring, conscious intent,
The bitter, sweet, and pungent memories
Of her existence.
Listen to the music she makes,
This melodic “Spiral Song,”
Created with a loving energy
That transcends space and time.
© Copyright 2021 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 28, 2021
REMEMBER ME
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Remember me after I pass on,
As a tree that’s seen in the early dawn,
I was never that leaf just hanging on,
I was always green and new.
Remember me when you look at the Moon,
I was born that phase after fullness grew,
Disseminating what I always knew,
Leaving poems & stories behind.
Remember me at the dusk of day,
When the sky is pink, purple, and grey,
Perhaps you’ll even hear me say,
How much I have loved you.
© Copyright 2020 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 12, 2020
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Remember me after I pass on,
As a tree that’s seen in the early dawn,
I was never that leaf just hanging on,
I was always green and new.
Remember me when you look at the Moon,
I was born that phase after fullness grew,
Disseminating what I always knew,
Leaving poems & stories behind.
Remember me at the dusk of day,
When the sky is pink, purple, and grey,
Perhaps you’ll even hear me say,
How much I have loved you.
© Copyright 2020 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 12, 2020
OUR FOREVER LOVE
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
The rain always made us closer,
As we waited together for the droplets to subside.
We were in our own world, wrapped in each other’s arms…
Like being home in a safe and secure haven.
How surprised we would have been to know then
That our future mornings would always begin with a welcoming embrace,
Forever reinforcing our sense of belonging…
Yet there wasn’t a cloud in the sky!
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, July 28, 2019
DEAREST LOVE
By Myra Wexler Darwish
There never was a love so true
As you have for me, and I have for you.
Always and ever through the years
We’ve been there for each other
Through laughter and tears.
When our time together is finally complete,
I’ll leave with a smile, my dearest sweet.
Knowing our love will always remain,
As joy transmuted to the spiritual plain.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: June 12, 2019
By Myra Wexler Darwish
There never was a love so true
As you have for me, and I have for you.
Always and ever through the years
We’ve been there for each other
Through laughter and tears.
When our time together is finally complete,
I’ll leave with a smile, my dearest sweet.
Knowing our love will always remain,
As joy transmuted to the spiritual plain.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: June 12, 2019
HER MAJESTY, THE MOON
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Unseen when she is new,
Cloaked in black and quiet;
She hints at what she might become.
A crescent appears.
An arc of delicate newborn energy;
The skies dare not disturb her elegance.
Motion stirs at her first quarter,
Sending roots deep into the Earth:
To Listen, gather, plan, and grow.
Patiently, the waxing gibbous
Refines and edits,
Nurturing herself with ideas.
In fullness, she peaks.
Taproots having blossomed,
She pridefully holds bouquets in her arms.
At gibbous’ waning, she is ready to release,
Teaching and serving others with
Her cherished yield.
With the last quarter, adjustment begins, and
The earth retains the now dormant blooms.
Knowing her strength, she forgives herself.
At last, the crescent wanes:
Surrendering, resting, reflecting, and
Intuiting on what was, and what might be.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: May 21, 2019
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Unseen when she is new,
Cloaked in black and quiet;
She hints at what she might become.
A crescent appears.
An arc of delicate newborn energy;
The skies dare not disturb her elegance.
Motion stirs at her first quarter,
Sending roots deep into the Earth:
To Listen, gather, plan, and grow.
Patiently, the waxing gibbous
Refines and edits,
Nurturing herself with ideas.
In fullness, she peaks.
Taproots having blossomed,
She pridefully holds bouquets in her arms.
At gibbous’ waning, she is ready to release,
Teaching and serving others with
Her cherished yield.
With the last quarter, adjustment begins, and
The earth retains the now dormant blooms.
Knowing her strength, she forgives herself.
At last, the crescent wanes:
Surrendering, resting, reflecting, and
Intuiting on what was, and what might be.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: May 21, 2019
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I stood tall, gazing up at the light shining through the trees
Waiting for a sunbeam to perhaps reach my shoulder,
But only a small amount penetrated the canopy
I wanted to be touched by the magic of nature
And soon realized that it wouldn’t be the Sun’s warmth
That would connect me to something greater than I.
It was the wind gently blowing through the trees, whispering…
”You are not alone, you never were, and never will be.”
The Voice reached my soul, where its wisdom will forever remain.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: April 8, 2019
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I stood tall, gazing up at the light shining through the trees
Waiting for a sunbeam to perhaps reach my shoulder,
But only a small amount penetrated the canopy
I wanted to be touched by the magic of nature
And soon realized that it wouldn’t be the Sun’s warmth
That would connect me to something greater than I.
It was the wind gently blowing through the trees, whispering…
”You are not alone, you never were, and never will be.”
The Voice reached my soul, where its wisdom will forever remain.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: April 8, 2019
EARTH'S ELIXIR
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
When I could, I drank
Letting her sooth my heart/soul…
Always remembered.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: March 20, 2019
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
When I could, I drank
Letting her sooth my heart/soul…
Always remembered.
© Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: March 20, 2019
MEMORIES
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
In reverie, she sat outside on the old wooden bench,
Listening to the sounds of life around her;
The breeze rearranging her silver hair.
“Those glorious days,” she reminisced,
The children were young then, and the bench was new…
Full of toys, extra mittens, and snacks.
She strained, hoping to perhaps hear their voices once again,
The gentle sounds of laughter and play…
That filled her days and years.
She smiled knowing that
Her fondest memories could always be retrieved...
With a gentle breeze, and a rest on a worn wooden bench.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 5, 2019
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
In reverie, she sat outside on the old wooden bench,
Listening to the sounds of life around her;
The breeze rearranging her silver hair.
“Those glorious days,” she reminisced,
The children were young then, and the bench was new…
Full of toys, extra mittens, and snacks.
She strained, hoping to perhaps hear their voices once again,
The gentle sounds of laughter and play…
That filled her days and years.
She smiled knowing that
Her fondest memories could always be retrieved...
With a gentle breeze, and a rest on a worn wooden bench.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 5, 2019
ONENESS
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
The breeze had stilled,
As I gazed upward toward the sky.
The warm sun flickered
Through the redwoods’ upper canopy.
I wasn’t alone then;
It would have been impossible to be solitary…
For in the wonderment of it all,
Time vanished, no longer needing to exist.
When the ego disappears,
We can surrender to Nature’s loving embrace.
Being separate is no longer needed,
Oneness becomes our truth.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: January 20, 2019
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
The breeze had stilled,
As I gazed upward toward the sky.
The warm sun flickered
Through the redwoods’ upper canopy.
I wasn’t alone then;
It would have been impossible to be solitary…
For in the wonderment of it all,
Time vanished, no longer needing to exist.
When the ego disappears,
We can surrender to Nature’s loving embrace.
Being separate is no longer needed,
Oneness becomes our truth.
©Copyright 2019 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: January 20, 2019
THE BOUQUET
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
A gift from his heart
Left at her troubled doorway
Turns grief into joy.
©Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 19, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
A gift from his heart
Left at her troubled doorway
Turns grief into joy.
©Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 19, 2018
LOVE’S REGRET
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I have looked for her since,
In places near and far
Having found her once in my younger years…
Foolishly choosing to let her go
Amid my youth and foolish fears.
Like a solitary sentinel,
I’ve lived a quiet life
Trusting that was how to be…
While grieving alone,
So that others might not see.
With the courage of a soldier
In a distant foreign land,
I’ve lived each day in sad regret…
Denying the wisdom of my inner-voice,
Unheard on the first day that we met.
Oh, if fate guides her to me - one sweet time again,
I’d whisper to her gently, so her soul would surely hear
This time we will never part…
For you will be loved every night and day,
By my grateful and jubilant heart.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 4, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I have looked for her since,
In places near and far
Having found her once in my younger years…
Foolishly choosing to let her go
Amid my youth and foolish fears.
Like a solitary sentinel,
I’ve lived a quiet life
Trusting that was how to be…
While grieving alone,
So that others might not see.
With the courage of a soldier
In a distant foreign land,
I’ve lived each day in sad regret…
Denying the wisdom of my inner-voice,
Unheard on the first day that we met.
Oh, if fate guides her to me - one sweet time again,
I’d whisper to her gently, so her soul would surely hear
This time we will never part…
For you will be loved every night and day,
By my grateful and jubilant heart.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 4, 2018
MEMORY
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Fragile are her wings
Fluttering to forget pain
Lifted by her truth
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: October 4, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Fragile are her wings
Fluttering to forget pain
Lifted by her truth
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: October 4, 2018
NOURISHMENT
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Quiet feeds my soul
Like soft rays of morning light
Welcoming the day
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: September 16, 2018
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Quiet feeds my soul
Like soft rays of morning light
Welcoming the day
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: September 16, 2018
BEACH MEDITATION
By Myra Wexler Darwish
The sounds of the sea
Penetrate my peacefulness
Time ceases to be
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: July 12, 2018
By Myra Wexler Darwish
The sounds of the sea
Penetrate my peacefulness
Time ceases to be
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: July 12, 2018
AMERICA 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
We are loosening
Our red, white, & blue stitches
Testing our fabric
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted June 4, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
We are loosening
Our red, white, & blue stitches
Testing our fabric
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted June 4, 2018
THE MAGIC OF THE MEADOW
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
In honor of my 75th birthday
There is magic in the meadow
Where nature’s beauty dwells.
As mirthful winds move flowers,
Of petals, spikes, and bells.
Oh do come and sit beside me,
And watch this heavenly sight.
We can sit among the grasses,
As the flowers all take flight
The hours can go by there
Till the Sun decides to sleep,
Heaven knows no better...
For the magic there is deep.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted April 25, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
In honor of my 75th birthday
There is magic in the meadow
Where nature’s beauty dwells.
As mirthful winds move flowers,
Of petals, spikes, and bells.
Oh do come and sit beside me,
And watch this heavenly sight.
We can sit among the grasses,
As the flowers all take flight
The hours can go by there
Till the Sun decides to sleep,
Heaven knows no better...
For the magic there is deep.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted April 25, 2018
WISHES
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
How time changes our lofty reach to the unknown.
Humbled am I, remembering my spoken words
As a young woman of seventeen…
“Please send me someone to love,”
And, I was abundantly heard.
Life unfolded and responsibilities grew,
Yet there was no more the need to ask for love,
For joy was richly felt.
Roles expanded and talents emerged,
I asked then for, “My family’s well-being.”
Like a rapid current, life moved swiftly at mid-age.
Relationships matured and changed,
Careers and life choices were contemplated.
I reached out once more and wished that
“We would all find our way to live our true destinies.”
In my later years, all that I have embraced throughout my life
Has become molded into the shape of my current form.
Knowing this, I remembered the “Love” I had first wished for,
Which I now see reflected in the eyes of my grandchildren.
Smiling, I realized that I never need to wish for anything again.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted March 18, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
How time changes our lofty reach to the unknown.
Humbled am I, remembering my spoken words
As a young woman of seventeen…
“Please send me someone to love,”
And, I was abundantly heard.
Life unfolded and responsibilities grew,
Yet there was no more the need to ask for love,
For joy was richly felt.
Roles expanded and talents emerged,
I asked then for, “My family’s well-being.”
Like a rapid current, life moved swiftly at mid-age.
Relationships matured and changed,
Careers and life choices were contemplated.
I reached out once more and wished that
“We would all find our way to live our true destinies.”
In my later years, all that I have embraced throughout my life
Has become molded into the shape of my current form.
Knowing this, I remembered the “Love” I had first wished for,
Which I now see reflected in the eyes of my grandchildren.
Smiling, I realized that I never need to wish for anything again.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted March 18, 2018
SEEING FROM THE HEART
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Inspired by love
Beauty dwells within my heart
Joy, my only lens.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: January 23, 2018
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Inspired by love
Beauty dwells within my heart
Joy, my only lens.
© Copyright 2018 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: January 23, 2018
TRUE LOVE
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Loving each other
They drifted among the stars
Unbound to a shore.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 8, 2017
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Loving each other
They drifted among the stars
Unbound to a shore.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: November 8, 2017
PICKING UP THE WEEDS
(A poem that honors the decisions that we have made throughout our lifetime)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
For years I’ve planted flowers
Aptly picking every weed
That was in the way of hiding
The beauty of their seed.
The Begonias and Geraniums
The Orchids, Pansy’s too
Are no less tended as I age,
For my spirit stays anew.
The weeds are still growing,
Though less in number these days
A tribute to what needed to go,
And all that needs to stay.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: August 19, 2017
(A poem that honors the decisions that we have made throughout our lifetime)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
For years I’ve planted flowers
Aptly picking every weed
That was in the way of hiding
The beauty of their seed.
The Begonias and Geraniums
The Orchids, Pansy’s too
Are no less tended as I age,
For my spirit stays anew.
The weeds are still growing,
Though less in number these days
A tribute to what needed to go,
And all that needs to stay.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: August 19, 2017
HEART WISDOM
(Written in honor of those who seek a greater connection with the Universe)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I learn with my heart
To nurture my Soul.
Loving thoughts
Guide me towards
My destiny.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: June 28, 2017
(Written in honor of those who seek a greater connection with the Universe)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I learn with my heart
To nurture my Soul.
Loving thoughts
Guide me towards
My destiny.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: June 28, 2017
AWAY
(The experience of being in Spring can literally take us to a place where life is sublime and totally fulfilling)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
You can’t find me in the spring,
For I’ve gone to a place
Where the winged ones abide…
Lost in their glorious songs that call to me from afar.
I’ve surrendered to the symphony of nature,
Letting in only the sounds of the leaves rustling,
And the light earthy vibrations of the little creatures…
As they scurry about on carpets of green.
I am called to be a part of this season of new beginnings,
And I am helpless not to,
For I must be with the trees and the flowers…
Nature alone satisfies my need to feel the grandness of being at one.
So spellbound am I in the bliss and wonderment
Of springtime’s majesty
That I have become a slave to the season…
Ecstatically filling my soul with hope, as I watch new life begin.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: May 21, 2017
(The experience of being in Spring can literally take us to a place where life is sublime and totally fulfilling)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
You can’t find me in the spring,
For I’ve gone to a place
Where the winged ones abide…
Lost in their glorious songs that call to me from afar.
I’ve surrendered to the symphony of nature,
Letting in only the sounds of the leaves rustling,
And the light earthy vibrations of the little creatures…
As they scurry about on carpets of green.
I am called to be a part of this season of new beginnings,
And I am helpless not to,
For I must be with the trees and the flowers…
Nature alone satisfies my need to feel the grandness of being at one.
So spellbound am I in the bliss and wonderment
Of springtime’s majesty
That I have become a slave to the season…
Ecstatically filling my soul with hope, as I watch new life begin.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: May 21, 2017
THE DOVES
(Sometimes life it as it's most precious, watching nature from our own kitchen window)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
The hibiscus leaves rustled in the morning air,
Revealing a treasure within...
There shielded within the trees’ branches,
Nest building was about to begin.
The Doves had been fluttering by all day,
With slim branches and twigs in there beaks...
Announcing to us their presence,
Cooing as if to speak – Glad you know we’re here!
With great delight we watched them,
In some way feeling akin...
As dear memories stirred within us
Of the young parents we once had been.
Years ago we were like the sweet Doves,
When we built our own special nest...
Caring for our young ones,
With passion and with zest.
Precious memories resurfaced,
Ones’ we haven’t felt in years...
Of the love and nurturing within our hearts
Gently expressed by tears.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
(Sometimes life it as it's most precious, watching nature from our own kitchen window)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
The hibiscus leaves rustled in the morning air,
Revealing a treasure within...
There shielded within the trees’ branches,
Nest building was about to begin.
The Doves had been fluttering by all day,
With slim branches and twigs in there beaks...
Announcing to us their presence,
Cooing as if to speak – Glad you know we’re here!
With great delight we watched them,
In some way feeling akin...
As dear memories stirred within us
Of the young parents we once had been.
Years ago we were like the sweet Doves,
When we built our own special nest...
Caring for our young ones,
With passion and with zest.
Precious memories resurfaced,
Ones’ we haven’t felt in years...
Of the love and nurturing within our hearts
Gently expressed by tears.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
THE JOURNEY INTO LONG AGO
(The Journey Into Long Ago describes the experience of past life regression)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I let go of who I was,
Surrendering to life’s flow.
There was no star to guide me,
Or direct where I might go.
I listened only to ancient sounds,
For my soul longed - to know.
Where I would light
Mattered naught,
To journey was my only thought.
To sail the seas
And land on shores
I had never known before.
The imperative of freedom
Greater than the earth or sky,
Was to let go of all I’ve ever known
And let my heart rely,
On the music it was hearing -
A transcendent lullaby.
I went to eras of long ago -
To see old loves and times we spent -
To see wooden structures both high and low -
To be in France, Persia, and the Orient -
To see myself dressed in cotton and silk -
All were part of me – I unwaveringly know!
As the journey ended,
I witnessed my life anew.
Knowing who I had been changed me,
From the woman I once knew.
The union of my present and past,
Became for me - my truth!
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted March 27, 2017
(The Journey Into Long Ago describes the experience of past life regression)
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
I let go of who I was,
Surrendering to life’s flow.
There was no star to guide me,
Or direct where I might go.
I listened only to ancient sounds,
For my soul longed - to know.
Where I would light
Mattered naught,
To journey was my only thought.
To sail the seas
And land on shores
I had never known before.
The imperative of freedom
Greater than the earth or sky,
Was to let go of all I’ve ever known
And let my heart rely,
On the music it was hearing -
A transcendent lullaby.
I went to eras of long ago -
To see old loves and times we spent -
To see wooden structures both high and low -
To be in France, Persia, and the Orient -
To see myself dressed in cotton and silk -
All were part of me – I unwaveringly know!
As the journey ended,
I witnessed my life anew.
Knowing who I had been changed me,
From the woman I once knew.
The union of my present and past,
Became for me - my truth!
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted March 27, 2017
A TOAST TO LASTING LOVE
(This poem is written in honor of our 56th Valentine Day together –
in tribute to the heart, which transcends all)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
As we raise our glasses for the fifty-sixth time
Gazing into each other’s memory-filled eyes,
I will recall those days so long ago when passion was at its peak,
And celebrate what we have shared - loving each other for so many years!
Time hasn’t changed what is on the inside,
For love itself can transcend all outer differences.
Our hearts, though older, are wiser too.
For now we can look at each other with a deeper contemplation,
Knowing and anticipating what will make us feel comforted and cared for.
Passion now lies in our collective experience of being together,
It is this intense intimacy that moves us toward our future – never forgetting
The seeds of loyalty & trust, planted those many years ago when our love was new.
Salute!
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, February 12, 2017
(This poem is written in honor of our 56th Valentine Day together –
in tribute to the heart, which transcends all)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
As we raise our glasses for the fifty-sixth time
Gazing into each other’s memory-filled eyes,
I will recall those days so long ago when passion was at its peak,
And celebrate what we have shared - loving each other for so many years!
Time hasn’t changed what is on the inside,
For love itself can transcend all outer differences.
Our hearts, though older, are wiser too.
For now we can look at each other with a deeper contemplation,
Knowing and anticipating what will make us feel comforted and cared for.
Passion now lies in our collective experience of being together,
It is this intense intimacy that moves us toward our future – never forgetting
The seeds of loyalty & trust, planted those many years ago when our love was new.
Salute!
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, February 12, 2017
HOPE RIDING ON EAGLES’ WINGS
(Written to express what the experience is like being in a country that is going
through a profound change process since the election of 2016)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
If I could ride on eagles’ wings high above the land,
I’d see union and division, with their lines drawn in the sand.
Though hope dwells there for a few, there is also fear and doubt,
Our unsettled country is changing fast – as I travel about.
At the deepest meaning of changes’ core,
The word loss comes to the fore,
Bringing with it uncertainty,
By allowing sadness and grief to be.
The preciousness of our land so loved,
Needs the collective wings of the hawk and the dove…
Together their energies must abide,
To reach out across the great divide.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, January 26, 2017
(Written to express what the experience is like being in a country that is going
through a profound change process since the election of 2016)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
If I could ride on eagles’ wings high above the land,
I’d see union and division, with their lines drawn in the sand.
Though hope dwells there for a few, there is also fear and doubt,
Our unsettled country is changing fast – as I travel about.
At the deepest meaning of changes’ core,
The word loss comes to the fore,
Bringing with it uncertainty,
By allowing sadness and grief to be.
The preciousness of our land so loved,
Needs the collective wings of the hawk and the dove…
Together their energies must abide,
To reach out across the great divide.
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, January 26, 2017
CHANGE ME, CHANGE YOU, CHANGE US
(Written with my hope that the world may someday become a place where peace, love, and kindness may live together side by side)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
One can change the collective mind,
By simply intending to be kind.
An act so modest, yet immense,
Can alter mankind’s consequence.
We’re joined together by delicate threads,
Connecting our hearts as well as our heads.
A fine opus of vibrant cords,
Where humanity’s actions are nobly stored.
Kindness echoes the sounds of peace,
And softens the tone to downy fleece.
Mankind will know when that melody arrives,
For love will be echoed in everyone’s lives.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, December 25, 2016
(Written with my hope that the world may someday become a place where peace, love, and kindness may live together side by side)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
One can change the collective mind,
By simply intending to be kind.
An act so modest, yet immense,
Can alter mankind’s consequence.
We’re joined together by delicate threads,
Connecting our hearts as well as our heads.
A fine opus of vibrant cords,
Where humanity’s actions are nobly stored.
Kindness echoes the sounds of peace,
And softens the tone to downy fleece.
Mankind will know when that melody arrives,
For love will be echoed in everyone’s lives.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, December 25, 2016
INSIDE OUT
(This poem was written in honor of my deep and abiding love of nature)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I looked out and instinctively knew
That nature's beauty dwelled in me too.
The Sun reflected my hope and pride,
The Moon my depths and quiet side.
The scent of flowers the love I’ve known,
The windblown leaves my times alone.
The changing sky, my thoughts and dreams…
Transcending all, with loving means.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, December 8, 2016
(This poem was written in honor of my deep and abiding love of nature)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I looked out and instinctively knew
That nature's beauty dwelled in me too.
The Sun reflected my hope and pride,
The Moon my depths and quiet side.
The scent of flowers the love I’ve known,
The windblown leaves my times alone.
The changing sky, my thoughts and dreams…
Transcending all, with loving means.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted, December 8, 2016
WE ARE GOLDEN
(Written in honor of our fiftieth anniversary celebration, July 23, 2011)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
A smile
A spark
Two lives
One heart
LOVING - SEEDING - UNITING
Children are born
One girl, two boys
Opening our hearts to the purest of joy
BUILDING - GROWING - STRENGTHENING
Busy school years, lessons learned
Pride in all the accomplishments earned
Children launched with our hopes and dreams
Roots are much deeper than they seem
ADAPTING - RESTRUCTURING - THRIVING
Son and daughter-in-laws arrive
Bringing their gifts
Re-patterning our lives
ADVANCING - DIVERSIFYING - EMBRACING
Precious grandchildren are being born
Enveloping our hearts
Like a warm misty morn
ADORING - LAUGHING - LEARNING
Same smiles
Same sparks
Enduring love
Many more hearts
APPRECIATING - CHERISHING - TREASURING
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on November 1, 2016
(Written in honor of our fiftieth anniversary celebration, July 23, 2011)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
A smile
A spark
Two lives
One heart
LOVING - SEEDING - UNITING
Children are born
One girl, two boys
Opening our hearts to the purest of joy
BUILDING - GROWING - STRENGTHENING
Busy school years, lessons learned
Pride in all the accomplishments earned
Children launched with our hopes and dreams
Roots are much deeper than they seem
ADAPTING - RESTRUCTURING - THRIVING
Son and daughter-in-laws arrive
Bringing their gifts
Re-patterning our lives
ADVANCING - DIVERSIFYING - EMBRACING
Precious grandchildren are being born
Enveloping our hearts
Like a warm misty morn
ADORING - LAUGHING - LEARNING
Same smiles
Same sparks
Enduring love
Many more hearts
APPRECIATING - CHERISHING - TREASURING
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on November 1, 2016
FINDING PEACE
(This poem was written with blessings for all who are peace seekers; may we all find our way there)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I looked in the grandest places,
The sky, the sea, the woods,
And began to find its traces,
Where I had sat and stood.
The skies had magic in their form,
From sunrise till the dusk.
Color and its bounteous norm,
Changed clouds from pink to rust.
The sea and its endless patterns,
From stillness to great waves,
Spoke of quietude and yearning,
Treasured memories I will save.
The woods whispered their secrets,
With the rustling of the leaves.
I listened not to rush or fret,
Enraptured by the breeze.
Each moment of my ardent quest,
Felt like time would never cease.
Enshrining within my joyful chest,
The residue of peace.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on September 3, 2016
(This poem was written with blessings for all who are peace seekers; may we all find our way there)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I looked in the grandest places,
The sky, the sea, the woods,
And began to find its traces,
Where I had sat and stood.
The skies had magic in their form,
From sunrise till the dusk.
Color and its bounteous norm,
Changed clouds from pink to rust.
The sea and its endless patterns,
From stillness to great waves,
Spoke of quietude and yearning,
Treasured memories I will save.
The woods whispered their secrets,
With the rustling of the leaves.
I listened not to rush or fret,
Enraptured by the breeze.
Each moment of my ardent quest,
Felt like time would never cease.
Enshrining within my joyful chest,
The residue of peace.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on September 3, 2016
THAT SPECIAL BLUE BIRD
(This poem was written in honor of my heartfelt response to listening once again to a favorite song of my childhood)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Here I am, in my later years
listening to that wondrous song once more.
I had played its melody so often as a young girl of thirteen,
that the record’s vinyl grooves had deepened,
Etching the melody forever into my psyche.
“So be like I, hold your head up high, till you find the Bluebird of Happiness…”
The lyrics spoke perfectly to my hopes, dreams, and aspirations then.
Anything was possible as long as you believed, wasn’t that right?
It’s incredible how music can empower us
to rise above our everyday circumstances.
This time I listened to the familiar refrain with a more seasoned ear.
Remarkably, as I looked up at my mirror
that girl of thirteen was smiling back at me.
Her face was gently wrinkled by time, her eyes twinkled, as she winked at me and said,
“It’s amazing what some hope can do!”
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 14, 2016
"The Bluebird of Happiness" is a song composed in 1934 by Sandor Hermati, with lyrics by Edward Heyman and additional lyrics by Harry Parr-Davies; Jan Peerce sang it.
(This poem was written in honor of my heartfelt response to listening once again to a favorite song of my childhood)
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Here I am, in my later years
listening to that wondrous song once more.
I had played its melody so often as a young girl of thirteen,
that the record’s vinyl grooves had deepened,
Etching the melody forever into my psyche.
“So be like I, hold your head up high, till you find the Bluebird of Happiness…”
The lyrics spoke perfectly to my hopes, dreams, and aspirations then.
Anything was possible as long as you believed, wasn’t that right?
It’s incredible how music can empower us
to rise above our everyday circumstances.
This time I listened to the familiar refrain with a more seasoned ear.
Remarkably, as I looked up at my mirror
that girl of thirteen was smiling back at me.
Her face was gently wrinkled by time, her eyes twinkled, as she winked at me and said,
“It’s amazing what some hope can do!”
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 14, 2016
"The Bluebird of Happiness" is a song composed in 1934 by Sandor Hermati, with lyrics by Edward Heyman and additional lyrics by Harry Parr-Davies; Jan Peerce sang it.
NATURE’S TONIC
“This poem was written on my 73rd birthday, while I was visiting John D. MacArthur Beach State Park in North Palm Beach County…I celebrated myself in the midst of the quietness; this poem captured the moment.”
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Water and bird sounds
Awaken my quiet heart,
I listen deeply.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 30, 2016
“This poem was written on my 73rd birthday, while I was visiting John D. MacArthur Beach State Park in North Palm Beach County…I celebrated myself in the midst of the quietness; this poem captured the moment.”
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Water and bird sounds
Awaken my quiet heart,
I listen deeply.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 30, 2016
WINGS OF TIME
"I wrote Wings of Time to capture the essence of a healthy aging process, as one reminisces on the accomplishments of our younger years, yet remains whole and vital by appreciating and honoring the gifts that remain to be given."
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Her wings shook the leaves…
Moving blossoms to and fro,
Knowing this, she smiles.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 4, 2016
"I wrote Wings of Time to capture the essence of a healthy aging process, as one reminisces on the accomplishments of our younger years, yet remains whole and vital by appreciating and honoring the gifts that remain to be given."
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Her wings shook the leaves…
Moving blossoms to and fro,
Knowing this, she smiles.
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 4, 2016
The Stars Know Best
"I wrote The Stars Know Best in response to the dynamic change process, which is part of our human experience here on Earth. The year 2016 seems to be particularly chaotic...but change has and always will be part of who we are as human beings."
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Mankind’s evolution
Flows with the tides of change,
Like nature’s glorious seasons,
It seeks to rearrange…
How life is experienced
On this, the physical plane.
The impulse to restructure
The way things currently are,
Opens up new cosmic forces
Like the birthing of a star…
Changing all that is
Both near and afar.
Life’s rhythms reverberate
Like a tautly tailored drum,
Deeper than its normal tone,
Revealing change has come…
New sounds are emerging
Still unheard by everyone.
Some call it higher consciousness,
Some call it growing pains,
But the world as we know it
Never stays the same…
What we know of life is waning,
Only memories will remain.
New patterns will appear again,
At a time the stars know best.
Ideas will surely ebb and flow,
Some with great success…
Life’s creative symphony,
Knows mankind cannot rest!
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 17, 2016
"I wrote The Stars Know Best in response to the dynamic change process, which is part of our human experience here on Earth. The year 2016 seems to be particularly chaotic...but change has and always will be part of who we are as human beings."
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Mankind’s evolution
Flows with the tides of change,
Like nature’s glorious seasons,
It seeks to rearrange…
How life is experienced
On this, the physical plane.
The impulse to restructure
The way things currently are,
Opens up new cosmic forces
Like the birthing of a star…
Changing all that is
Both near and afar.
Life’s rhythms reverberate
Like a tautly tailored drum,
Deeper than its normal tone,
Revealing change has come…
New sounds are emerging
Still unheard by everyone.
Some call it higher consciousness,
Some call it growing pains,
But the world as we know it
Never stays the same…
What we know of life is waning,
Only memories will remain.
New patterns will appear again,
At a time the stars know best.
Ideas will surely ebb and flow,
Some with great success…
Life’s creative symphony,
Knows mankind cannot rest!
© Copyright 2016 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 17, 2016
The Weavers of Shadow and Light
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Intolerance weaves
A poisoned web,
Whose effluence
Moves mankind to grief.
Love’s thread is woven,
With fiber so divine…
That mankind joins together,
Like forests lost in time.
The weavers weave with shadow or light,
And expose to a wondering world,
What lies within their hearts and souls
Revealing joy or strife.
Humanity makes its choices,
And tries on the different vests,
But the heart in its infinite wisdom,
Knows love rises above the rest.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on December 16, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Intolerance weaves
A poisoned web,
Whose effluence
Moves mankind to grief.
Love’s thread is woven,
With fiber so divine…
That mankind joins together,
Like forests lost in time.
The weavers weave with shadow or light,
And expose to a wondering world,
What lies within their hearts and souls
Revealing joy or strife.
Humanity makes its choices,
And tries on the different vests,
But the heart in its infinite wisdom,
Knows love rises above the rest.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on December 16, 2015
Thankfulness
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Thankfulness begins
In memory’s place of birth,
Touching forever.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on November 26, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Thankfulness begins
In memory’s place of birth,
Touching forever.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on November 26, 2015
Old Love, Precious Love
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Our love has been embraced
By time’s unwavering hours,
Caressing us with moments
Where joy has known its power.
For it is only love
That can pierce the veil of time,
And in its sublime transcendence
Touch the hands of fate divine.
The long, dusty roads we walked on
In our youthful, earlier days,
Helped us form the tributaries
For our loving, caring ways.
We worked just like the artists,
Sculpting new and varied forms.
With hands and hearts together,
Creativity was the norm.
Our memories now surround us,
Our loving ripples have grown.
As we gaze together at our work,
And the love that we have known.
Though the road ahead has been shortened,
And the dust long swept away,
We celebrate the life that we have made
And find joy in every day.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on October 24, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Our love has been embraced
By time’s unwavering hours,
Caressing us with moments
Where joy has known its power.
For it is only love
That can pierce the veil of time,
And in its sublime transcendence
Touch the hands of fate divine.
The long, dusty roads we walked on
In our youthful, earlier days,
Helped us form the tributaries
For our loving, caring ways.
We worked just like the artists,
Sculpting new and varied forms.
With hands and hearts together,
Creativity was the norm.
Our memories now surround us,
Our loving ripples have grown.
As we gaze together at our work,
And the love that we have known.
Though the road ahead has been shortened,
And the dust long swept away,
We celebrate the life that we have made
And find joy in every day.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on October 24, 2015
The Door
By Myra Wexler Darwish
“Who’s there?” she said, hearing the knocking spree
“It’s anger, let me in so I can stir your passions.”
“Stay away from me,
My soul cannot breath with you here.”
The knocking continued…
“Will you open me so sadness can sit beside you?”
“My heart’s contemplation is heavy enough,
My tears seen by only a few,
My solace comes with the moonbeams.”
The knocking continued…
Fear took its turn, and the knocking became stronger,
My heart pounded in rhythm to its noisy beat.
“I will not listen to you any longer,
Harmony cannot exist with you near.”
The knocking continued…
“Who is it this time?”
“I’m the one that should have knocked in the first place.”
I smiled sublimely,
Love finally found its way to my door,
The knocking stopped,…
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 22, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
“Who’s there?” she said, hearing the knocking spree
“It’s anger, let me in so I can stir your passions.”
“Stay away from me,
My soul cannot breath with you here.”
The knocking continued…
“Will you open me so sadness can sit beside you?”
“My heart’s contemplation is heavy enough,
My tears seen by only a few,
My solace comes with the moonbeams.”
The knocking continued…
Fear took its turn, and the knocking became stronger,
My heart pounded in rhythm to its noisy beat.
“I will not listen to you any longer,
Harmony cannot exist with you near.”
The knocking continued…
“Who is it this time?”
“I’m the one that should have knocked in the first place.”
I smiled sublimely,
Love finally found its way to my door,
The knocking stopped,…
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 22, 2015
A Moment In Time
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Time stood still that day
Our forever gone away…
Leaving us our love.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 1, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Time stood still that day
Our forever gone away…
Leaving us our love.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 1, 2015
HER LIGHT STILL SHINES
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of a dear aunt's passing)
Her way was subtle,
Intelligent and profound
Ripples continue…
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 1, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of a dear aunt's passing)
Her way was subtle,
Intelligent and profound
Ripples continue…
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 1, 2015
LIFE GOES ON
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Boats are sailing by
As I watch near the shore,
Embraced by the Sun.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 1, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Boats are sailing by
As I watch near the shore,
Embraced by the Sun.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 1, 2015
BEFORE THE SPRING
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Rain is falling fast,
powerfully cleansing earth.
Buds hope to be born.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 3, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Rain is falling fast,
powerfully cleansing earth.
Buds hope to be born.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 3, 2015
Entering A Child’s World
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Playing with a child,
hours melted then vanished;
Joy and youth were mine.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 1, 2015
By Myra Wexler Darwish
Playing with a child,
hours melted then vanished;
Joy and youth were mine.
© Copyright 2015 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on February 1, 2015
Medellin Remembered
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of our visit in 2008, when we celebrated our grandson’s first birthday)
Her mantle is green,
Bountifully seen,
From the airplanes’
Tiny window.
An Andean gem
Resplendent in spring,
Showing pride …
In her beautiful Antioquian countryside.
The verdant hills
Surrounded us all,
Collectively sighing,
Their welcoming call.
Medellin has known
Too much pain,
Searing and deep,
Endured with great shame.
A country once shunned
By those in fear,
Now begins to re-flower
As travelers appear.
Her people, the Paisa,
A culture apart,
Are unique to the region
Pride comes from their hearts.
Her heroes…
Botero and Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
The great artists of form
And words powerfully said.
A more simple life,,
With a rhythm of its own.
Time flows there in Kairos,
Like the language of a poem.
As I walked through her streets
Both old and new,
I saw hope for her future,
Prosperity for the few.
Healing is changing
Evil to good,
A better life for her people,
Understood.
With hopes ignited,
For her future success.
A city like no other…
Uniquely expressed.
©Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on October 31, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of our visit in 2008, when we celebrated our grandson’s first birthday)
Her mantle is green,
Bountifully seen,
From the airplanes’
Tiny window.
An Andean gem
Resplendent in spring,
Showing pride …
In her beautiful Antioquian countryside.
The verdant hills
Surrounded us all,
Collectively sighing,
Their welcoming call.
Medellin has known
Too much pain,
Searing and deep,
Endured with great shame.
A country once shunned
By those in fear,
Now begins to re-flower
As travelers appear.
Her people, the Paisa,
A culture apart,
Are unique to the region
Pride comes from their hearts.
Her heroes…
Botero and Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
The great artists of form
And words powerfully said.
A more simple life,,
With a rhythm of its own.
Time flows there in Kairos,
Like the language of a poem.
As I walked through her streets
Both old and new,
I saw hope for her future,
Prosperity for the few.
Healing is changing
Evil to good,
A better life for her people,
Understood.
With hopes ignited,
For her future success.
A city like no other…
Uniquely expressed.
©Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on October 31, 2014
DEEP IN AUTUMN
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written in honor of a splendid autumn day in Northern Alabama, on October 27, 1991)
I remember the day,
As I blissfully walked in her beauty.
I was deeper in autumn than I had ever hoped to be,
Gathering memories that filled my heart for many years after…
I was
Deep in autumn…
Deep in her breast,
Of comforting gold’s, oranges, and reds.
I sensed
Her woodsy aromas…
Of softened air and forested paths
Whose leaves had been sounded and rearranged.
I felt
Alive, in the crispness
Of her dawning days,
And fully clouded nights.
Nurtured,
As a trusted dear companion
That stayed with me when I needed them the most…
In the quietude of winter and my own softened days.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on September 13, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written in honor of a splendid autumn day in Northern Alabama, on October 27, 1991)
I remember the day,
As I blissfully walked in her beauty.
I was deeper in autumn than I had ever hoped to be,
Gathering memories that filled my heart for many years after…
I was
Deep in autumn…
Deep in her breast,
Of comforting gold’s, oranges, and reds.
I sensed
Her woodsy aromas…
Of softened air and forested paths
Whose leaves had been sounded and rearranged.
I felt
Alive, in the crispness
Of her dawning days,
And fully clouded nights.
Nurtured,
As a trusted dear companion
That stayed with me when I needed them the most…
In the quietude of winter and my own softened days.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on September 13, 2014
EMERGENCE
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of finding our true natures)
It patiently waits,
Through those many years
Of trials and experimentation,
Of beginnings and endings,
Of striving and searching,
Always with tears.
It patiently waits,
For your readiness to change
To a fluid form,
Unfettered by expectations
Ready to discover
Your Self to be born.
It patiently waits
To honor your potential,
Re-forming,
Allowing,
For you to arrive
At wisdom’s gate.
It patiently waits
For you to come,
Alone and free,
And when you do,
The dancing can begin
among the buttercups...
Finally, as one.
© 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 28, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of finding our true natures)
It patiently waits,
Through those many years
Of trials and experimentation,
Of beginnings and endings,
Of striving and searching,
Always with tears.
It patiently waits,
For your readiness to change
To a fluid form,
Unfettered by expectations
Ready to discover
Your Self to be born.
It patiently waits
To honor your potential,
Re-forming,
Allowing,
For you to arrive
At wisdom’s gate.
It patiently waits
For you to come,
Alone and free,
And when you do,
The dancing can begin
among the buttercups...
Finally, as one.
© 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 28, 2014
SANIBEL RETREAT
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of our yearly visits to beautiful Sanibel Island, on Florida's Gulf Coast )
The causeway beckons us,
To reach the other side.
Where a simpler time exists,
And civility cannot hide.
Roads without streetlights,
Bikes a common view,
A splendid place of quietude
To relax, and then renew.
The birds, the beach, and bountiful shells
Glorify the scene,
With waves intermingling,
I listen, watch and dream.
There is music I am hearing,
The refrain of surf and shells
Like bells in a cathedral
My heart begins to swell.
Nature at its finest
All in perfect harmony,
A simple life, quite honest,
A place where I can “Be”.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 14, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of our yearly visits to beautiful Sanibel Island, on Florida's Gulf Coast )
The causeway beckons us,
To reach the other side.
Where a simpler time exists,
And civility cannot hide.
Roads without streetlights,
Bikes a common view,
A splendid place of quietude
To relax, and then renew.
The birds, the beach, and bountiful shells
Glorify the scene,
With waves intermingling,
I listen, watch and dream.
There is music I am hearing,
The refrain of surf and shells
Like bells in a cathedral
My heart begins to swell.
Nature at its finest
All in perfect harmony,
A simple life, quite honest,
A place where I can “Be”.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on August 14, 2014
BALI HAI FOREVER
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(From a splendid memory while visiting Moorea, French Polynesia on July 23, 1991)
While riding in an outrigger canoe
Far from a Moorean shore,
Lush emerald peaks were sighted,
Knowing…
My life would change, forever more.
I stared in a state of reverie,
Hoping the moments would never end.
Stilled by what I had longed to see,
Transfixed…
So memory could take it all in.
The small boat bobbed in the crystal sea,
Resonating with my joy-filled heart.
Smaller was I, than I ever could be,
Surrendering…
Like waves that were breaking apart.
Bali Hai “Is just a myth,”
Yet she was there before my eyes.
I clung to my moments of unbridled bliss,
Challenging…
What was written as truth, in disguise.
Does it truly matter?
She was real enough to me.
My life was wholly altered,
Present…
In Nature’s harmony.
The answer lies within my heart,
As a firm, insightful “No!”
The sweetest moments will forever be,
Birthed…
From what we already know.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on, July 7, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(From a splendid memory while visiting Moorea, French Polynesia on July 23, 1991)
While riding in an outrigger canoe
Far from a Moorean shore,
Lush emerald peaks were sighted,
Knowing…
My life would change, forever more.
I stared in a state of reverie,
Hoping the moments would never end.
Stilled by what I had longed to see,
Transfixed…
So memory could take it all in.
The small boat bobbed in the crystal sea,
Resonating with my joy-filled heart.
Smaller was I, than I ever could be,
Surrendering…
Like waves that were breaking apart.
Bali Hai “Is just a myth,”
Yet she was there before my eyes.
I clung to my moments of unbridled bliss,
Challenging…
What was written as truth, in disguise.
Does it truly matter?
She was real enough to me.
My life was wholly altered,
Present…
In Nature’s harmony.
The answer lies within my heart,
As a firm, insightful “No!”
The sweetest moments will forever be,
Birthed…
From what we already know.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on, July 7, 2014
PHILLY
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I’ve walked her cobblestoned streets
And historic byways,
With loving footsteps
That respected always
Those who had trodden before me.
I have been nurtured by Philly’s cultured air.
On Rodin, on science in her museums,
On history and art,
On books both old and new,
Waiting for me to read in old, musty outdoor stalls.
I’ve rode her trolleys, subways, and buses,
The links that helped me to get where I needed to go.
To schools, to shopping, to family,
To feed my spirit
To maintain my freedom.
Her sensory experiences were like no other.
The sticky, acrid smelling streets of summer,
The softened air of a warm autumn day,
The children’s cold, rosy cheeks after a walk in the snow,
The buds freshly bursting on the maples in early spring.
Philly has nurtured my soul,
My body/mind and spirit.
Rich in the kind of character
That molds precious memories in the heart,
Long after one has moved on.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 5, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
I’ve walked her cobblestoned streets
And historic byways,
With loving footsteps
That respected always
Those who had trodden before me.
I have been nurtured by Philly’s cultured air.
On Rodin, on science in her museums,
On history and art,
On books both old and new,
Waiting for me to read in old, musty outdoor stalls.
I’ve rode her trolleys, subways, and buses,
The links that helped me to get where I needed to go.
To schools, to shopping, to family,
To feed my spirit
To maintain my freedom.
Her sensory experiences were like no other.
The sticky, acrid smelling streets of summer,
The softened air of a warm autumn day,
The children’s cold, rosy cheeks after a walk in the snow,
The buds freshly bursting on the maples in early spring.
Philly has nurtured my soul,
My body/mind and spirit.
Rich in the kind of character
That molds precious memories in the heart,
Long after one has moved on.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on June 5, 2014
TREASURES
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of finding joy that is all around us)
I am thankful for an ability,
To recognize treasures in front of me.
The laughter and play of a happy child,
A breeze scented with iris when the night wind is mild.
The earth’s awakening at the light of day,
With melody of birdsong to trumpet the way.
To be deep in yellow, red, and green,
To connect with the seasons and feel what is seen.
To relate to the wind and the water’s flow,
As the patterns of life come and go.
To watch the sky, to trust the earth,
To feel other’s joy, and share in their mirth.
Of all the treasures within my heart
Knowing that I am but one small part,
Of life’s unfolding before my eyes,
Is profound and beautiful as a starlit sky.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 15, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of finding joy that is all around us)
I am thankful for an ability,
To recognize treasures in front of me.
The laughter and play of a happy child,
A breeze scented with iris when the night wind is mild.
The earth’s awakening at the light of day,
With melody of birdsong to trumpet the way.
To be deep in yellow, red, and green,
To connect with the seasons and feel what is seen.
To relate to the wind and the water’s flow,
As the patterns of life come and go.
To watch the sky, to trust the earth,
To feel other’s joy, and share in their mirth.
Of all the treasures within my heart
Knowing that I am but one small part,
Of life’s unfolding before my eyes,
Is profound and beautiful as a starlit sky.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on May 15, 2014
RED MOON CALLING
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written After the Lunar eclipse and full Moon in Libra of 4/15/14)
I awoke suddenly, summoned by
An ancient voice that I could not resist,
Calling me to see the changing Moon,
In the early nighttime’s mist.
Try as I may to stay in my bed,
I had only to arise.
A window framed my perfect view,
Of the beauty before my eyes.
Something deep within me,
Intuitively knew,
That the changes I was seeing,
Reflected my life’s review.
As the colors changed profoundly,
From white, to pink, to rose.
A thought stirred within me,
I have been all of those.
The hues of my own lifetime,
Became more fully clear.
And I realized with a wiser heart,
That infinitude was near.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 15, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written After the Lunar eclipse and full Moon in Libra of 4/15/14)
I awoke suddenly, summoned by
An ancient voice that I could not resist,
Calling me to see the changing Moon,
In the early nighttime’s mist.
Try as I may to stay in my bed,
I had only to arise.
A window framed my perfect view,
Of the beauty before my eyes.
Something deep within me,
Intuitively knew,
That the changes I was seeing,
Reflected my life’s review.
As the colors changed profoundly,
From white, to pink, to rose.
A thought stirred within me,
I have been all of those.
The hues of my own lifetime,
Became more fully clear.
And I realized with a wiser heart,
That infinitude was near.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 15, 2014
THE ROSE IN MY GARDEN
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written on April 10, 2014 on a perfect Florida spring day)
You are a rose more fair
Then my garden could ever contain.
A blossom of beauty beyond compare,
Loving-kindness is your name
When your form opened for all to view,
You touched everyone’s heart,
With a special power,
That kept no one apart.
Your beauty struck a cord within,
That some have never felt.
Aloneness was their constant,
Of a life sadly spent.
I wondered how it was you grew,
In my garden’s simple display.
And realized that I had planted you,
On a melancholy day.
I celebrate your arrival now,
When my heart is healed anew.
A symbol to remind us all,
Of what great love can do.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 10, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written on April 10, 2014 on a perfect Florida spring day)
You are a rose more fair
Then my garden could ever contain.
A blossom of beauty beyond compare,
Loving-kindness is your name
When your form opened for all to view,
You touched everyone’s heart,
With a special power,
That kept no one apart.
Your beauty struck a cord within,
That some have never felt.
Aloneness was their constant,
Of a life sadly spent.
I wondered how it was you grew,
In my garden’s simple display.
And realized that I had planted you,
On a melancholy day.
I celebrate your arrival now,
When my heart is healed anew.
A symbol to remind us all,
Of what great love can do.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on April 10, 2014
DEEP IN SPRING
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written at Lady Anne Lake - Madison, AL 1992)
At her first awakening
With air rich in budded breeze,
I sat neath a newborn willow,
to experience the arrival of Spring.
Though many spots were there for me to light
The willow's beckoned me the most.
I found her through a special eye,
Born of intuit and loved sight.
Somehow we were one that day,
Deep in Spring's unfolding,
Sharing our special qualities,
Gathered by each along our ways.
I recall hence the gifts we shared,
On that day of springtime's promise.
For I gave to the willow my joy at her birth,
And received the strength of her innocence.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on March 19, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(Written at Lady Anne Lake - Madison, AL 1992)
At her first awakening
With air rich in budded breeze,
I sat neath a newborn willow,
to experience the arrival of Spring.
Though many spots were there for me to light
The willow's beckoned me the most.
I found her through a special eye,
Born of intuit and loved sight.
Somehow we were one that day,
Deep in Spring's unfolding,
Sharing our special qualities,
Gathered by each along our ways.
I recall hence the gifts we shared,
On that day of springtime's promise.
For I gave to the willow my joy at her birth,
And received the strength of her innocence.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on March 19, 2014
MORNING GLORY MORNING
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of my sister Harriet who passed 11/12/2005)
Two sisters, two hearts - summer in the city, never far apart.
The morning blooms created a space – that all of eternity will never erase.
One small table, two small chairs – timeless moments, life without care.
Laughing, sharing, sipping tea – in the garden, Harriet and me.
Topics of history, music and art – lively discussions, each taking a part.
Wiser than most beyond their years – bonded forever by happiness and tears.
A sister, a treasure, a comrade, a friend – a love that endures, a love without end.
The Glories witnessed on those golden summer days – that joy created will never fade away.
Two sisters, two hearts – forever connected, never far apart.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on March 19, 2014
By Myra Wexler Darwish
(In honor of my sister Harriet who passed 11/12/2005)
Two sisters, two hearts - summer in the city, never far apart.
The morning blooms created a space – that all of eternity will never erase.
One small table, two small chairs – timeless moments, life without care.
Laughing, sharing, sipping tea – in the garden, Harriet and me.
Topics of history, music and art – lively discussions, each taking a part.
Wiser than most beyond their years – bonded forever by happiness and tears.
A sister, a treasure, a comrade, a friend – a love that endures, a love without end.
The Glories witnessed on those golden summer days – that joy created will never fade away.
Two sisters, two hearts – forever connected, never far apart.
© Copyright 2014 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted on March 19, 2014
