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Growth of Character |
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Deep Love |
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Essence of Nature |
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Essence of Nature
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SIGN OF THE TIMES
Sleep evades tossing, waiting for dawn.
Futile exercise.
So much to do but count sheep.
The birds herald the breaking of day.
Reminding me.
Birds singing in a place of solitude.
Reflection unwise enjoy their song.
DISCARDED DREAMS
Wheel lying upon the floor
carriage wheel, carriage not seen.
Pictures conjure in my mind
fine black horse a fabulous carriage
fair maiden, her beau.
Strolling along, king and queen of all they survey
heads held high proud gait of the mare.
The wheel alone, muddy field scrap, being auctioned
shouts and laughter banter among friends
coins, notes changing hands.
I wonder the fate of the carriage wheel.
SMELL THE ROSES
One rose colour insignificant
do you stop, smelling the aroma of the near perfect bloom.
You hurry past upon your business do you brush by,
the petals catching your clothes irritating, in your way.
You do not see beauty, within waiting to transfix entice you, to stop.
Look around wallow in the essence of the moment.
Others hurry by you, caught up captivated, for a moment
or is it, so much more.
SOWING SEEDS
I once planted an invisible seed in the open
outstretched palm of a stranger.
I imagined the person benefiting from my gift
knowing that the seed would be watered from above.
I know my teacher would cultivate that precious pearl
with hard work and copious amounts of Love.
I once told that I sowed seeds
how they grow though is not my responsibility
that is between my Lord God and the recipient.
DEW COVERED COBWEBS
Spirit within, you me too,
Soaring in the atmosphere.
New dawn, dew settles upon shimmering cobwebs.
Who put it there, not I.
He did whilst we slept
He works the night shift day light hours too,
regulating our lives behind the scenes.
Aiding us, guiding onwards in the knowledge
of our world His world.
EARLY BIRD OR NIGHT OWL
Is it morning, at 9.30am,
some would consider it so.
My dear hubby, rocking, rolling to Fleetwood Mac
on the kitchen floor.
Me,I am hugging a cup of tea tentatively.
My head feels as fine porcelain held in the grip of a giant’s fist.
However, you see me at 9.30pm tonight!
GROWING SEEDS OF FRIENDSHIP
A while ago we planted some seeds of friendship.
Relative strangers similar experiences needing a shoulder to lean upon.
We nourished each other over time with love patience and true acceptance.
As with all things worth experiencing we encountered difficult areas, however, together we overcame.
Today, I can happily, say those seeds in my mind have sprouted.
It is amazing to behold beyond all our expectations I believe.
A wonderful living, breathing plant has emerged,
with strong roots going deep reaching out to others too.
It is with true amazement to regard, with quiet expectation
I wonder tentatively, what colour, aroma the flower will display.
TAMING MR BLACKBIRD
He struts, displaying dark plumage
shimmering, in the morning sun.
Scraping the soil with elegant claws,
stunning yellow tinged bill
exploring for tasty treats.
He looks in my direction
his beady eye discerning,
I see his faith he trusts me enough
allowing me to remain seated, watching.
I place out seed water, tasty treats
scraps from the table,
with a flurry of noise he leaves.
I contemplate the taming of Mr. Blackbird
reflecting upon how Mr. Blackbird tamed me!
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