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 Apr 2017 SallyS
Gidgette
Sun Tears
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Gidgette
Cherry blossoms
         weep
The moon
         cries aloud
while the
       stars
twinkle on
        Breezes
blow
        scattered ash
   Of burnt
Hearts
And
    Its called
Oxygen
   Music plays
Until it
     Stops
Only in back ground
          White Noise
And the Universe
         hums
Seedlings sprout
        with the spring
Sun
         Who cries not tears
But
          Rays
And we
          Bask in
Sun tears
Even while dwelling in the darkness.
I shall stand firm and stay put here.
It may not always be pleasant experience.
But if it be your will so be it O Mighty Lord.
For how can one be use unless you are molding them.
Through the hardships people see you in them.
So yes Lord, May your Will always be done in thy life.
May people see that I belong to you and join you too.
For in you, there is Perfect Love and Perfect Peace
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Mary-Eliz
A poem is but a skeleton
waiting
for mind
and
imagination
to fill the open

spaces

between the ribs

mind
and
imagination
to flesh it out

mind
and
imagination
to make it whole

for one,
full
and
sated,
it may dance
and
delight
in abundance

while another sees
embers
glowing
through
the spaces
warm
and
peaceful
yet
still
mysterious

for another
more questions
than
answers
are created
leading
down
a deep
path
of wandering
of wondering

seeking
the meaning
the light

through

the spaces
between
the bones
 Apr 2017 SallyS
James M Vines
I lay down to sleep and I found myself on a cloud, I was looking down and I was proud. I saw men and women joining hand in hand. I saw the different races from across the lands. Each one was lending a hand and offering help where they could. The line of people stretched from horizon to horizon and made a rainbow. I suddenly awoke from my dream and realized the thing I had seen, if I take another person hand and we join together to help out and make a stand, then what I dreamed will be a reality. I saw a rainbow of hope that starts with me.
My Healer, is the Son of Man.
He is also the True, Son of God.
He has many different Titles here.
For he is also called the Word too.
Here on earth, he went around Healing.
He gave sight to the Blind here on earth.
Many question his God hood after seeing the truth.
Now those people, even though they could see.
Were blinded by the truth, that he was the Christ.
But many seen the Truth, that Jesus was the Christ.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Mysterious Aries
As I hold the sound of the past
The wind blows cold you are here at last
All the memories that I once knew
Touching me as fresh as morning dew

Here I am still as the same me
Though now there's no more we
Funny the feelings just won't let go
My love for you still as clear as snow

As I hold the sound of the past
The wind blows cold you are here at last



11/12/2016
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