Flower
The
beauty of a breath is a very soft fragrance,
The way a flower sounds when it opens to Life….
We know at times there is so much hurt in the world,
‘Being suffered from husband or wife…
If we were only to be blessed with the gift of the flower,
To be seen and smelled on a spring day…
‘Only a gentle rain would wash us, the wind would cool us
and our cares would
be blown away…
We’d not suffer in silence for nature would touch us…
We’d feel sunshine on our face when we’d cry…
‘Looking upward and knowing that heaven lies beyond the clouds,
We could hear the whispers of comforting angels lullaby’s…
‘Feeling the damp soil embrace us as our Hope takes root,
Our fingers would caress the earth that provides food for our needs
Our hunger would be sated, no pangs of jealous greed would we know,
For Magic would blossom from our seed
As our Time journeys onward we’d learn things and grow,
We’d be able to dance without fear…
Blind eyes would see miracle’s… deaf ears would hear music,
‘Splendor would heal the troubled youth of our years
Sadly, we are not fragile flowers who await a gentle rain,
You and I are only human and we harbor much hurt
Goodwill tries to be make able,
As we call out to someone in the night,
“Why is this so? Why have I
become so lost on this earth?”
‘So we walk on upon the soil that nourishes silent flowers
And there are times when we pause to watch them bloom…
For we know in our hearts as the seasons will change…
Time takes beauty away all too soon
For Cyndie… “Become the flower that I know will bloom again.”
JWS, 26 Aug 99, 1429 hours.
(Composed from a word, seen through a silent world)
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