Wild flowers do not move towards the sunlight ...

Love is eternal hope and endures all
amongst this fractured play of life
There is forever a reason for hope
love intertwined with love creates a life fully lived

In between the rhythms of pain and dislocation
there is a space for dreams
If we dream, it will arrive with vigour
we only need courage to embrace it when it comes

From birth to rebirth to birth
we evolve into the person we were intended to be
Child becomes adult becomes child
if we nurture our inner angels

Sometimes leaving leads nowhere
hunkering down breeds character
Remaining still defines soul
when there are more questions than answers

Often it can be a question of justice and truth
underpinned with rigour of active compassion
Set a table with hospitality
for friends and strangers and watch spirit flourish

And the night where love is present
is as clear as a spring day
Prayers like incense rise to the heavens
tears like moonlight illuminate the heart

When all abandons and leaves
all we have left to do is Live!
We find our salvation and comfort
in humble daily tasks as we breathe in and out

Embrace and engage our humanity
we become more full in our connection to others
Love is the music of our bodies
the blood of our souls, the salve of our minds

Love makes us see things we cannot see without it
and to be truly great we must be very very sensitive
To see so much with an open heart
and even when eyes close we still know love is there

Wild flowers do not move towards the rays of sunlight
God has made them fertile where ever they be…

© Anthea Slade 2012

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Wild flowers do not move towards the sunlight… was featured in C.O.R.E 30 March 2012

Wild flowers do not move towards the sunlight… was written 29 March 2012

Some ideas in this poem were inspired by the wonderful movie I saw recently Of Gods and Men

Creating art and writing is like breathing to me, it keeps me alive. If I stop creating my world shrinks and contracts. When I start to create again it expands and is filled with colour. I feel whole. To create is to be completely, unabashedly alive.

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Comments

  • Roz McQuillan
    Roz McQuillanabout 3 years ago

    Wow – your sensitivity and imagination are amazing, Anthea my friend! xx

  • Thank you so much my lovely friend for your inspiring comment. I hope you are very well. Have a beautiful day.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisabout 3 years ago

    Dear Anthea these words are another wonderful insight in the creation process that takes place in your beautiful heart and soul.

  • Dear Renate thank you so much for your gorgeous comment and understanding of my poem Wild flowers do not move towards the sunlight…

    – Anthea Slade

  • Reynaldo
    Reynaldoabout 3 years ago

    “adult becomes child” wow Dear Anthea you have such a way with words… like rolling paint off the brush… with bold strokes, of passion, creativity, love and kindness of heart and beauty of soul you are a special indiviudual, an artist painting this piece with powerful and clear strokes xxx

  • Wow Rey thank you for this beautiful comment in response to my poem. I feel as if you understand the process of my creative thought and I love how you said the words are like rolling paint off the brush. Your words are salve to my soul. Thank you so much for what you see and what you say dear Rey.xxx

    – Anthea Slade

  • helene ruiz
    helene ruizabout 3 years ago

    very nicely written… sweet

  • Helene thank you so very much for your beautiful response to my poem.

    – Anthea Slade

  • fawaztrad744800
    fawaztrad744800about 3 years ago

    nice and sweet….beautiful and well said Anthea..!!!!!

  • Fawaz thank you so much for your lovely words.

    – Anthea Slade

  • banrai
    banraiabout 3 years ago

    :)))))))’s to you Anthea… superb piece

  • :):) Thank you so very much Banrai for saying this lovely this.

    – Anthea Slade

  • madvlad
    madvladabout 3 years ago

    there is a song in the musical,my fair lady that goes,,show me,,i see so many writing about love talking about love, so we all need to do as the songs saids,,don,t talk of love show me,,Liza was sick of hearing,talk, et to

  • Oh I love My Fair Lady! What a classic Walt and i know the very song you speak of. Love it. Thank you for your fresh perspective always.

    – Anthea Slade

  • eoconnor
    eoconnorabout 3 years ago

    BEAUTIFUL TOUCHING WRITE ANTHEA I LOVE THIS WORK BRAVO lIZ

  • Thank you so much Liz. I hope you are having a lovely week.

    – Anthea Slade

  • sure2010
    sure2010about 3 years ago

    So beautiful write Anthea…i love the flow , rhyme & spirit of this feel :O) Congratulation for being so wonderful in thought..you are blessed Slade

  • Suresh thank you so much for your kind and generous comment on my poem. Your words are very lovely.

    – Anthea Slade

  • sure2010
    sure2010about 3 years ago

    I would wish to favorite this flow with no number count…the psirit is so beautiful..i really want to live like a wild flower…certainly :O)

  • Yes Wild flowers are wonderful aren’t they? Thank you for your warm comment and it is good to live like a Wild Flower.

    – Anthea Slade

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