Sometimes poems wash on
Over me Like a cold, unyielding storm The beautiful disaster Of umbrellas lost Replaced by words That fall to know the way Sometimes poems break through Into me Like a warm, unseeable light The undeniable bliss Of galaxies born Retold by words That burst to laugh and play Sometimes poems never Come at all Like a thank you or a please The unspoken love Of excuses made Renewed by words That come another day
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I️ wept for joy, I️ wept for love
I️ wept for Him, I️ wept for none I️ wept to know what weeping had done to the one He adored and called His son I️ wept to feel what He had won and from weeping no more would I️ now run One early summer morning
In the darkness before dawn With my eyes struggling to Stay open A glistening aura Brought new life into my soul Spreading her wings wide She looked down With wonder With grace With awe to her there was Nothing more scared than Human life And nothing more beautiful Than the blessing of eternal Happiness For all those seeking peace And unconditional love I stook back in disbelief Someone so small, yet so Miraculous There was no mistaking Her celestial nature From beneath her beaming Halo She spoke one request Please, save my mother So that I may watch over her From the heavens above Speechless, all I could muster Was a simple smile Still shining forever brightly The angel smiled back It's okay, there is no need for A reply For it takes much more than Silence To keep your face From speaking a thousand Words Amidst the marigolds
She wept Her gaze directed inwards To the backs of her lids No room for the light To come shining on in What was this place She has once called home, Where the squirrels went on scurrying To find last year's fallen plunder And the bluebirds stop to flirt And make love with the passing breeze A home she had left To make room for a house Where eyes sought the truth Between meals from the breast And ears knew no peace Save the fall before sleep For sleep she knew well An escape from dampened walls That never stopped wailing Asking between breaths To find life's real colors When all the world seems just grey For in life there is death And in death there is life With space inbetween To sing the word cherish And listen for the echo Of the house that comes crashing down |
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