SOMETIMES I wish I could be a little girl again with red painted nails and toes a pretty pink dress with ruffles and bows picking bouquets chasing all my problems away Reminiscing of those years as if life was like a kaleidiscope chasing colors with twists and turns and changing scenes that vanish when
the turning stops giving hope with one more stop of happy years to come on a SUMMER afternoon!
WHO is this mother I have layed to rest? Poor helpless one who wandered through life leaving me behind
But remember she did not have the tools to help me survive I became the mother and she became the child
I think of all the flowers I could place upon her grave
The dandelion and its tenacious ways Its stubborn roots midst dirt and clay On tough green stems clinging to life When tough times came Waving its bright yellow face In the end taught me how to survive
“GOOD company in a journey makes the way seem shorter!” Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683
ON an early spring morning over hills and meadows A yellow golden butterfly
floats among purple scented flowers
If I could catch her I would say
“I know your journey will
be long and your companions few
And I wish for you a friend
prone to share her journey with you!
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“Two are better than one . . . if either of them fall, one can help . . .the other up . . . if two lie down together they wil keep warm” Book of Ecclesiastes
The robe he wore was old and torn WITH rips and tears And if you could see his hair
IT was long and UNDITY!
He shuffled with his feet, whispering defeat Appearing at night in dreams That only a child can dream
As I grew up this visitor
of the past came less often As time filtered through my
mind this was just an ‘Apparition Of Something
Less Divine’
With abandonment issues as a child I perceived God as I did the missing parent which has taken many years to reconcile God as a loving presence in my life!
Why – Oh why – my sweet bird? For together we could fly Why did you leave me behind?
How I long to hear your soft song
But its song had died in the darkness of night
In grief to a distant land it took flight . . .
A very long time ago a man had been captured and sent to a foreign land. Once a powerful king David became helpless, taking refuge in God during deep distress. He wrote a song called
