Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
—Terri Guillemets
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
—Terri Guillemets
You don’t always have to pray for something, or to someone — you can just simply pray.
—Terri Guillemets
Prayer is for the grateful and for the
—Terri Guillemets
We thank
on our knees
with folded hands
for full bellies
and fuller hearts
—Terri Guillemets
dancing in the rain
at nature’s cloudy party
—Terri Guillemets
With each passing year, the body turns more prison than shelter.
—Terri Guillemets
Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
—Terri Guillemets
Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence we need to listen
Winter goes gray so we can see our own colors
—Terri Guillemets
the body is a clock —
bones tick and tock
years gather in flesh
an alarm set for death
—Terri Guillemets
Aging—
grayer shores
calmer deeper waters
—Terri Guillemets
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
I love to kiss your lying lips —
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true —
a love lie is truth in another hue
—Terri Guillemets
Book lovers are better under the covers.
—Terri Guillemets