Empty Heart

Deathly dagger

stabbing pain

retreating love

bleak disdain

lonely world

empty heart

all emotion

torn apart

turning point

all alone

direction asked

never shown

walk alone


someone knocks

slamming door

storm tossed tree

beaten low

as in death

the final blow

You Were There

These words were written with the hope that one day I would speak them

to the one I love:


My spirit soared to the heights of happiness…and you were there

You simply stood back, smiling, sharing in my elation

I suffered the loss of someone dear…and you were there

I drew strength from your encircling arms,

and your nearness eased the pain

I was lonely, and once again…you were there

I saw the love in your eyes

and the loneliness disappeared

We share an unconditional love, and I know

that we will always love one another

With all that is within me,

I promise to always be available to you

to love you, uphold you

share your happiness and sorrow

your laughter and your tears

And as we share this special day,

I pledge to you my heart,

my soul, my very being, for all eternity

Pat Priebe

Some Inspiration

Here are two things that I have, over the past thirty years or so, posted at times as reminders on my frig, cabinets, desks:


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out for another is to risk involvement.

To expose our feelings is to risk exposing our true self.

To place our ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk loss.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

To live is to risk dying.

To hope is to risk despair.

To try at all is to risk failure.

But risk we must because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

The man, the woman who risks nothing, does nothing…has nothing, is nothing.




Self Motivation

Every day in Africa a gazelle wakes up, it knows that it must run faster

than the fastest lion or it will be killed.

Every morning a lion wakes up, it knows that it must outrun the slowest

gazelle or it will starve to death.

It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle, when the sun comes

up, —

You’d better be running!!


Success is a journey, not a destination.

Ben Sweetland



Life Thoughts

A dear friend titled a blog post “You can’t always get what you want” (a Mick quote) and I have thought about that…a lot!   I’ve always been a pretty easy going, laid back person, and many times when life seemed unfair, my attitude was “oh well, sh** happens”.  Now, I wonder why it took so many years to realize that there is some power, greater than I that will lead me to all that is good and right for me if I only relax and let it happen. It may not always be what I started out thinking I wanted, but it is what’s right for me. I’m working on letting that happen, and so many wondrous things have become a part of my new understanding that my heart is ready to burst at the peace and joy that I feel. I’ve come to appreciate much more my family and the many old, & the new friends that have become such a huge part of my life.

As I begin what will probably be the last exciting adventure of my life, I want my family to be reminded how much I love them.  Wherever this life takes me, they will be with me…my three wonderful children..my amazing grandchildren..my beautiful great grandchildren.  I have truly been blessed!  It’s difficult to leave my old, faithful friends behind, but they too will be with me, and …I will be returning for frequent visits to reunite with them.

My “new life” awaits me, and I welcome it with open arms.  My life is about to be enriched in ways I never dreamed possible.  I am in awe, and at times, wonder if I am truly worthy of the joy and love that is mine for the accepting.

I’ll continue posting my poetry here since I have finally found my “voice” once more, but will also be adding my new travel adventures. I also hope everyone will take a  look at my Essential Oil site.  These oils have brought tremendous changes to my health and well being and I will share that at a later date.

Peace and love to everyone that is a part of my life…both old & new…  A special thank you to my new “spirit sister” for stirring my thinking and being my friend.



In my mind I paint a picture, through it hope that you can see

My dreams and all my wishes of what our lives one day will be

I see us sharing everything; our hopes, our dreams, and tears

Supplying strength to one another, overcoming buried fears

A portion of our love, with humanity we’ll share

So that all the lives we touch will know, without a doubt, we care

To the children of our world, love and laughter freely give;

Help them understand, they too, create the world in which they live

All this, and more together, in our mountain home one day

With all God’s other creatures, we’ll be free to romp and play

As the holidays approach, we’ll cut our Christmas tree

It will reflect our love, for all the world to see

Clinging to each other, and yet with love to give

In my dreams this is the place where, with you alone, I want to live

Thoughts of You

Last night I laid back and listened to the rain pounding on my roof, the thunder rolling. I saw the lightning flashes through my window… and thought of you. My mind wandered to the times we will have storms in our lives and will face each one together..holding tightly, waiting for the dawn to break. My heart raced as my mind considered the reality of the impending joy as we face those stormy times together and anticipate the moment the sun bursts through the clouds and baths us in the morning light.

As the thunder and lightning dissipated and the rain fell softly on my roof…my only thoughts were of you. In my mind’s eye, I saw us dancing barefoot in the rain, knowing that whatever mud of life squished between our toes would simply wash away as we moved to higher ground. As the rain soaked our clothing, dripped from our hair in little rivulets, and we held each other close, I considered God’s perfect plan of nourishing all living things, and knew that we would continue to grow together until we became one in the sight of God and man.

Ah yes, I am a dreamer of dreams, and one could even say that I don’t exist in the “real world”, and that may be partially true, but my “dreams” feed my heart and soul, and give me strength. I dream of the possibility of our having a life together..facing life’s storms, basking in the sunlight, living a life of contentment and peace, blending our families and friends, enjoying the creations of nature, and building a strong and enduring love.

Come, take my hand, and I’ll walk you through my land of dreams..skipping through the meadows, hiking in the mountains, bathing in the lakes, dancing in the rain, discovering the awesome beauty of our world and each other. I long to look into your eyes, and “see” into your soul, as you do the same with me.
Pat Priebe, 2016

The heart of God…

A friend said that I “live within the heart of God” (taken from Kalil Gibran)…note to self…read him again ..I don’t remember that…

What does that mean??  Why did she say that?  Is that perhaps why I feel so often that I am “different” than others?  Is that why, when I love another that it feels like I love more intensely than anyone else?  Is that why others sadness or cruelty seems to literally tear my heart apart?  I’ve always felt that I was somehow different, but don’t really know how or why. Is that the reason why, when observing God’s miraculous handiwork, my heart seems to literally swell to the point of my not being able to contain it within my chest?  Is that why I sometimes feel like I still see the world through the eyes of a child..is that a form of innocents or am I naive?  Is that what stirs me to want to actually be a part of the natural beauty that surrounds us..to feel like I want to crawl into it and let this being that I am become a part of it..to be absorbed by it?  Am I really alone in these feelings of not belonging in this physical world at times..or do others feel that a part of them belongs here with family and friends, but another part of them feels a need to escape into the universe..OR does my mind just teeter on the brink of insanity??  Now THAT is the burning question!!


The other night I had a dream

So very real that dream did seem

I dreamed that I had passed away

And arose to hear Saint Peter say

“Take my hand, come with me;

There are many things you must see”

He lead me through a valley deep

And up a snow topped mountain steep

When we reached the mountain crest

I felt that I was truly blessed

Saint Peter said to me “Behold”

The awe I felt cannot be told

The gates of Heaven stood open wide

Familier faces I saw inside

As I stood beside the Golden Gate

I saw such love, not any hate

God had touched and made each whole

There was not there one crippled soul

I saw a child who’d had no feet

But now his body was complete

I saw a woman who’d had no child

She held a babe, so meek and mild

I saw a man who spoke no word

Until the voice of God he heard

I saw a young man lost in war

The wounds he suffered were no more

He stood straight and walked so tall

He had answered the Master’s call

There was no pain or suffering there

Of this fact….I was aware

Then Saint Peter said “We’ll go away”

“This is not your time to stay”

Those sights I just cannot forget

I knew it was a dream, and yet

It seemed so very real to me

This bit of Heaven I did see

Pat Priebe


In the early morning dawn, with the dew yet on the lawn;

I sit here alone and dream, how very peaceful it does seem.

Peace and quiet do pervade, as life awakens in the glade.

The morning sun life does awake, as it’s rays through mist do break

The Robin flies to feed her young, the Bluejay’s morning song is sung.

Now the sun is shining bright; gone once more the lonely night.

Awake now world and greet the day, is what the wildlife seem to say

Soon the world begins to stir…if I’m glad, I am not sure

The peace of now will soon be gone, the dew will vanish from the lawn…

c.Pat Priebe, 2016

An Anniversary Message…

As the winds of fortune blew one day,

a seed was deigned to come my way

That seed I planted long ago,

loved and tended; it did grow

Never bound by fear nor shell,

that tiny seed did grow and swell.

It’s roots anchored in my heart,

bearing fruit right from the start.

Love and trust still freely gives,

some have died; yet this one lives.

The beauty of this special seed,

shall not be marred by reckless weed.

Although caring for all the rest,

this seed..the one I love the best.

c. 2016, Pat Priebe