Another day--another hour
another sunrise---another flower,
It must be spring for
newly arrived birds are warbling by the hour.
Ah,the joy of greens, new portrait views,
mornings growth kissed by sparkling dew,
Reedy leaves in breezes sway,
Iris beauty blooms now on display.
Temperatures quick salutations
in seasons speed rotation,
Has folks sighing
good-bye,winter,so long, good-bye.
And as I relish the springtime loveliness
while granny surfing through
day`s e-mail delights,
I give thanks for all my blessings
that keeps a spirit bright!
This morning, I softly opened your door
Reluctant to rouse you from sleep
Your blonde hair all tousled from a little boy’s dream
And your body curled up in a heap.
For a stolen moment standing there at your door
My mind reached back into time
To a little blue bundle cuddled up in my arms
And gentle hints of a nursery rhyme
Was it not a mere yesterday
That you were learning how to walk
And I know that it was just last week
We were teaching you to talk.
But somehow, I managed to waken you
To your breakfast waiting there
I dressed you in your finest clothes
And I carefully combed your hair.
Oh little boy, I love you so
And I felt like such a fool
To be so hesitant to let go of you
On your very first day of school.
We have prayed, had sleepless nights,days
without sunshine, no hope only sorrow and pain
why has this happen to us dear God? we pray
why has our child gone astray?
My sweet little girl where have you gone?
My little girl was full of songs and dance.
The little girl I see now, her face is full of pain and disgrace.
Her hands are shaken, She moves with a slow
pace,Her eyes are glossy and she has a tired
look on her face.
God bring her back to her loving mother.
Dear God let her know that you love her,and
you can take away the pain and misery, and
please God don't let death take her from
me until we help her find her way back to
you and to me.
As the sun touches my cheek
With it's gentle rays of warmth
And the cool breeze of summer night
Ruffles my hair in sheer delight,
And as I lift my face to the teasing rain
That it may wash the tears of an earlier time.
So are the thoughts that come
Not demanding.but requesting
Entrance to the cautious spirit.
With the warmth that suggests comfort
As a blanket would the cold.
A gentleness that teases at the senses
With a healing promise.
A sweetness that dare my emotions
To awaken from its' sleep.
To shut this mighty door of fear
Is but a brief reflection of old ideals
The newness of it
Challenges my every instinct.
So I dare to welcome what is unknown
With a soft embrace,
That I may experience
That which I am free to trust.
