Sunflower🌻for Emily: Unspoken Connections

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When Silence Speaks

When breath dissolves into the air,
And time forgets the weight we bear,
What waits beyond the closing eyes—
A dawn, a void, or soft disguise?

Is death a cradle, rocked anew,
A birth reversed, yet passing through?
Do memories fade, or linger still,
Like echoes bending to the will?

The ones who cross cannot return,
Their lips are sealed, their voices burn.
Yet in the hush, a whisper stays,
A shadowed hymn of hidden ways.

Perhaps it feels like being born,
A gentle veil, a world reborn.
Or maybe silence, vast and deep,
Where souls lie down, at last, to sleep.

And though we ask, and wonder why,
No answer drifts from those who die.
So we remain, with hope and fear,
Listening for what none can hear.

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 26 March 2026 - All Rights Reserved

Still Walking

AI generated image

I have walked through many seasons,
bare hands carrying bread and burdens,
a single flame in the dark,
a mother’s voice steady against storms.

I have known the silence of rooms
where laughter once lived,
and the ache of asking favors
that never find their way to lips.
Sometimes it feels as though
I am asked to walk until the end,
my footsteps fading into dust,
my heart still beating for those
who no longer need my arms
but whose futures I cradle in prayer.

I am not as strong as I was,
yet strength still lingers—
in the way I rise each morning,
in the way I hold my children’s names
like hymns upon my tongue.
Savings folded away,
memories stitched into years of labor,
I pause now,
freelance hours scattered like leaves,
wondering if the worth of staying
is measured in the love I give,
or in the quiet endurance
of a soul that refuses to let go.

God, I ask You—
let me remain,
let me see their paths unfold,
let me guard them a little longer.
I do not seek riches,
only time,
only the grace to stand beside them
until their roots are deep enough
to hold against the winds.

There are nights when headaches
press against my temples,
and tears blur the pages of my prayers.
Yet even in sorrow,
I whisper gratitude—
for the years already given,
for the chance to love,
for the strength to walk,
even when the road feels endless.

I am still here.
Not finished, not forgotten.
Still walking,
still praying,
still holding the future
like a fragile flame in my hands.

In the Silence of the Frame

We’ve never met—not in the way

the wind meets leaves, or hands find hands.

Yet through poetry and photographs,

I glimpse a world my heart understands.

A stranger bends to light and shadow,

capturing silence in golden skies.

I write of woods, dusk, and solitude —

his art responds, though unaware of my eyes.

His lens leans close to the effect of lights:

from the sky to waters, and the structures beneath.

I linger in the quiet spaces,

where admiration hides in gentle delight.

He knows I love the sun’s descent,

how it spills secrets across the sky.

And when I see that amber stillness,

I wonder if it speaks to me too.

No declarations, no confessions—

just verses left like fallen leaves.

And in return, his photographs

echo something my heart believes.

So here I stay, behind the screen,

where art and nature intertwine.

In the silence of the frame, I dwell—

a stranger moved, yet quietly aligned.

Christmas Verse of Grief and Grace

In the hush of December’s night,

I remember a chair left empty,

a voice that once carried carols,

now folded into silence.

Grief lingers like winter’s shadow,

yet even in sorrow’s chill,

a star breaks through the dark—

Bethlehem’s light,

eternal and unyielding.

For unto us a Child was born,

not to erase our tears,

but to cradle them in mercy,

to lift the weight of sin,

to promise life beyond the grave.

So I hold both ache and alleluia,

my father’s absence,

my Savior’s presence—

and in this holy paradox,

Christmas becomes not loss,

but love incarnate,

a dawn that death cannot dim.

O r C h i D s

📷 image credit RainerBerns via Pixabay

You are sensitive,

A beauty so delicate,

Maiden well-cared of.

***

Your blooms are unique,

Unusual, yet so simple,

Lovely to look at...

***

Offering the White,

Lilac seems an endless love

Forgot what we were.

***

Have you seen this one?

Do you remember this flow'r?

You said I'm the one.

***

Decipher the words,

Scribbling because of sadness

Orchids we were once.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~~oOo~~

Aurora

📷 image credit to Bob Johnson of Canada

Your light glows into the night sky

Amazing splendor through the night

Joy, excitement in one's eyes.

How magical! How wonderful!

Enchanting, captivating lights!

Created by One so Powerful!

One of the most marvelous creations,

Not all people are blessed to witness...

Aurora, why aren't you here?

How can we see the splendor,

Of your natural beauty presents.

Follow the dream, follow the sky,

Follow the land where Aurora is...

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, November 2015 - All Rights Reserved

My Star

📷 image credit shutterstock.com

I gaze through the lens,

I thought you were a star.

Your love touches my eyes, reaching me,

touches life, outlining your presence in me.

Your warmth never burns,

your hug glows inside me.

Your brightness is subtle, impressive,

a love that knows no distance.

You speak through my heart

without even opening your lips.

We consummated our longing

Every time the world darkens.

You are humble enough

to reach me beyond the expanse,

telling me there is something

rather than nothing.

I then realized that you saw me before

Or is it I who saw you?

Every night, our future meets from a distant past.

I wonder if you are still there.

(written with permission from someone but forget his/her name)

SUNSET

📷 image by EmilyM.

Sun engulfed by dusk

Promises new day and hope

Dawn peeping through clouds

~~o0o~~

Beauty of Sunset

Unspeakable awareness

of what lies ahead.

~~ o0o ~~

Sunset gives us hope,

Another day's gone away

New day rise again

G O D 's

📷 image by EmilyM

I belong to God

I am His beloved child,

whom He surely loves.

I believe God's Words

He is our true loving God,

who promised me life.

I believe God's works

Created all things that we see

for us to enjoy.

I believe God's will

He knows what is right for me

and the best for us.

I believe God's ways

He's our Father who knows best

to set things straight.

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