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Where did that book go?
I left it here,
right here
on my desk
just last night,
yet today - no sign of it.

Now that's what I call
a mystery story....
This really happened sometime between last night and this morning.  A thorough search has proved fruitless.  The book has gone...
To a little girl lost.
I hope you find your way home.
I hope you're not afraid
or lonely
or missing the arms of your loved ones.
They hold you forever
in their hearts
and that's where you'll stay.
Be bold little one, be brave.
Stand tall.
Be proud.
You'll always be loved
more than you know.

Little girl lost
find your way home.
A seven year old girl was recently killed in a local park.  It was a freak accident and it had a profound affect on this comunity.  I hope she did find her way home to those who love her.  I can't bear the thought of her wandering around, heartbroken and alone.  RIP Elonna.
Where did that book go?
I left it here,
right here
on my desk
just last night,
yet today - no sign of it.

Now that's what I call
a mystery story....
This really happened sometime between last night and this morning.  A thorough search has proved fruitless.  The book has gone...
My Writer's and Artist's Year Book
knows me well.
It knows what I want to write
and where I want to send it.

So why - oh why -
does it stay obstinately closed
as I sit  and wait
for inspiration ...?
Guess most writers and poets have been there ...
The Lord is my editor
whom I shall trust.
He maketh me to
reach for my pen.
He feedeth me with ideas
that I shall write down
for His name's sake.
He leadeth me to the right markets
and restoreth my self belief.
He fills my pen with blessings
that I can share
and poems that I can write.
Surely His goodness and mercy
will guide my hand always.
And I shall write in the name of the Lord
forever.
Amen
I have a very quiet and personal relationship with God.  I have never felt comfortable in collective worship and rarely go to church.  This poem won a prize a few years back and it is still one of my favourites.
One advantage  of living higher
than the flat roof next door,
is seeing how two infant chicks
grow and develop,
knowing that one day,
they'll look
and survive
just like their seagull mother.

What those lower down miss ...
I have been watching two seagul chicks for weeks on the flat roof next door.  They were little yellow fluffballs to begin with.  Now they are very nearly juvenile gulls.  It has been a privelage to see!
Old Mother Sea,
she reflects me,
her colours are my moods.
On a good day,
we sparkle - together
I wrote this years ago on a holiday.  Now I live near the sea in Essex, England.  Lucky me!
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