God is Harsh

(C) Megan Greenlee

God is harsh

She sits long legged 

Along the marsh

Each strand razor edged

Shaved away

This stranger reflecting 

Light to day

Their deceptions bring

Mirrors leave

Away my lover

Holding me

Under my cover

Please help me

Be a better friend

To the sea 

That watches our men

In our hearts

Faces tucked so deep

Where feared parts

Hold messes we keep

Our Stars to Sow

(c)Megan Greenlee

Our Stars to Sow 

On that cold cold night

In the bleak of the dark

When the early morning stars

Faded into the days to come

I longed for their return 

From the heavens not so far away

Perhaps they might blow a tender kiss

Or clasp my loving hands 

Gently as the winds blew

Just a sign to show they were loved

More than they ever knew

And each we all believed in

For to those who crossed their path 

They gave from all their heart 

They never left my side 

Or friends near and far in need

Their only curse was their beautiful mind

That got the better of their deeds

Which shed knowledge upon the living

Yet left only to spread their seeds

These seeds we sow 

Help this world to be in place

When some days can shake 

And remind the waters of its grace

These kind of friends 

Are softer than they look

You have to keep an eye on

When the stars get foggy

And you can't see through their mist

Feel them despite the afar 

As one might just vanish

Deep into life's fragile abyss.

Love Transcends... Man's Search for Meaning

“Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.” 

“Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in its spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.” 

― Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

You Learn

You Learn

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, 

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

And company doesn’t mean security. 

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises, 

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…

That even sunshine burns if you get too much. 

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. 

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong

And you really do have worth… 

And you learn and learn…

With every good-bye you learn.

 {…}

“A writer – and, I believe, generally all persons – must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Grace

The bottom is sound and all will be well...

Valentino Pier, Red Hook Brooklyn NYC
(c)Megan Greenlee Photography

When sorrow comes, let us accept it simply, as part of life. Let the heart be open to pain; let it be stretched by it. All the evidence we have says that is the better way. An open heart never grows bitter. Or if it does, it cannot remain so. In the desolate hour, there is an outcry; a clenching of the hands upon emptiness; a burning pain of bereavement, a weary ache of loss. But anguish, like ecstasy, is not forever, there comes a gentleness, a returning quietness, a restoring stillness. This, too, is a door to life. Here, also, is a deepening of meaning--and it can lead to dedication; a going forward to the triumph of the soul, the conquering of the wilderness. And in the process will come a deepening inward knowledge that in the final reckoning, all is well.
(A. Powell Davies)

Sandy Nights

Peace and prayers to those affected by Sandy.

Manhattan Skyline

Manhattan Skyline w/Red Hook flooding

Manhattan vs. Brooklyn Skyline

Some Brooklyn lights still working

Local Jalopy's amazing involvement: http://www.facebook.com/jalopytheatre

Manhattan Skyline Juxtaposed against Brooklyn's

Vanished Manhattan Skyline

Sandy skies & missing signs

Sandy Skies

Some helpful souls

Battery no Tunnel

Red Hook Sklyine lights out

Sandy Skies and still tunnels

Missing Building and leaves behind my studio

Another car & tree combo

Manhattan's skyline and still streets
(C)Megan Greenlee Photography all imagery

NYC's Manhattan Skyline fallen along with trees, rooftops, floods, and some civilization--yet all pales to the bigger forrest of life when human life has fallen.