Transforming the World Through Love
I was washed away with glory.
My vision crystal clear
No more lies or stories,
that will take place here..
Perception is not the final word;
I have been so wrong.
Now that I can see this
Please, let me sing my song.
My heart is filled with ardent joy
for love and life abound.
The diamond reflected facet of hope
is dancing all around
Let me share with you my dreams
so that you can see them too.
Then you will give to those you love,
like I have given to you.
What are you doing there?
I can see you…
I want to be just like you.
All ever important…
With your head bent in careful concentration.
Watching your every move
I am your mirror.
Watching you, watching me grow.
Precious love shared…ardent admiration
Little hands, helping, Big Hands showing
Generations; Solid bonds of gold.
(Picture is of Brad and Mathius- my Step son and Step Grandson)
I cry to your hearts,
you poetic prophets
Hear me sing of morning rain
Let me dwell on dew of roses
Let me enlighten thee of spring
It has blossomed in the morning
Bluebonnets strewn across the yard
Yellow Black-eyed Susan’s sing
Their Morning Glories home.
The little plants that have been watered
peek their heads above the soil
To take a look at the sunshine
That e’er encourages them to grow.
The tomato plants are almost ready
To be buried in the ground
Where they can grow unhurried
With sweet ripe fruits abound
So let me sing to you of sunshine
The warmth I feel upon my arms
Till the summers heat begets us
And rain is few to come
I am enlightened by the magic
And wonders that it brings.
Let us all sing of Sunshine
Let us all sing of spring.
I am in awe of…
Seeking out dark spaces, illume
Forces to be reckoned
Unleashed power seconds alive
I find solace..
Cool air washes earth
Storms power unleashed elsewhere
Heightened senses calmed
Thank you for this award:
I nominate Tweety Phoenix
My favorite scene in this story was “The Fly” This scene summarized the main characters life before the story was being told.
This scene was awesome – it summarized the inner feelings of the expectant mother and how she was trapped in her white (boring) life and how her her life to that point had been clinical and had no warmth or real attachments.. she moved like a well programmed computer prior to —life invading into her territory, The death of the fly was needed for her to really mourn who she was and so she could move forward to where she ended up when the baby came.