Marlo11

The sleeping bear awakens. . .
The batte draws thus near.

Life is transient
Laugh often and loud
Love all that you can

Thoughts dance in a crystal room

My instincts scream stop!
GO BACK!

Every seedling is a blessing,
To nurture so it blooms.
The subtlety in trusting youth,
Reflects within the rooms.

He walks away sure, the sun will return,
There is still so much that he does have to learn.

Alone and drifting, never free.
No one else would ever see.

Feeling total respiration.
Free, this is the transformation.

Rose not weed.

Things don’t always go as we plan,
They didn’t for me one dark day,
The sun can be lost, and the cold settle in,
Then from darkness the eagle calls.

To have a special someone,
Beside you through the years.
To watch your children grow,
And to share your hopes and fears.

Alone they grieve, alone they try.
Alone they don’t know why.

Dance your way,
Dance and so be be free.

When at last this flower blooms,
Its beauty is so rare.
Stunning us with God’s own grace,
If it’s our gift to bear.

Words are in my heart and soul too,
Yet mute I scream to you.
The Earth is dying by our hand.
Its time to make a stand.