Saturday, March 26, 2011
She walks on light foot, just out of reach,
One with the colors of Elm and of Beech.
Like the leaves on the wind, none know her name,
And yet those who see her are never the same.
Like dancing upon the shadows of dark,
Yet lightly and sweetly, with prisms that arc.
Follow and learn the heartbeat of time,
And listen now quickly, it’s fleeting and fine……
And precious within the limits we know,
All to soon dark death beckons and we have to go.
She always seems timeless, with eons of light,
Yet even she know the secret of life.
It’s given but once, you cannot go back
What you gain, what you lose, are merely just facts.
Her secret she holds in her heart, close and near,
For it’s love and the giving that one should hold dear.
She wanders the woodland singing her song,
Hoping beyond hope that one - yes just one
Will see her and hear the message she sends,
One life changed before her eon ends……
Saturday, March 12, 2011
And so goes the wheel that turns
The path that bumps and twists.
I am my Fathers child right now,
but something is amiss.
The strength I feel, the glimmers
The support he gives to me,
It’s really me that’s giving
within this family tree.
We join our hands, our spirits,
No one can really know
The child within gives back the strength,
That’s how the wheel should go.......
No guilt is felt, we understand
The nature of the way.
He gave to me when I was young
It’s my turn now to say
I AM HERE.