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Cynthia Jean May 2016
oh, the air is sweet
the sun is hot,and the waves come crashing in
on my sand castle

and the sky is blue,
and the gulls cry out
their grateful song

for a perfect day
for a time for building
castles in the sand

for a moment in time
for a memory

cj 2016
some of my best early memories are down at the beach and being in a creative place ...in my mind...playing in the sand
Cynthia Jean May 2016
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb,
Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.

Proverbs 16:24
Cynthia Jean May 2016
To hear my sweet
granddaughter's voice
is such a gift
to me.
So far away
she lives
her precious face
I seldom see.

Tonight I got to
talk to her
How blessed a time
it was...
She read me
stories and prayers
and even the
23rd Psalm!

My heart yearns so
that I'd be there to
read her bedtime stories
but such a gift it was....
that she read them
to me!

cj 2016
Cynthia Jean May 2016
The soft
gentle rain
awoke me
only
to whisper
goodnight....

cj 2016
it happened just this way
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
This morning...

I said
thank You

For the rest I had
last night
when the light switch
worked
and the heat
went on...

I said
thank You

I have food
in my fridge
need to lose
a few pounds
no hunger
in my house...

I said
thank You

I opened the blinds
saw the new
spring growth
the buds
and blossoms bursting
the birds know the secret
they praise
everyday....
.
again and again
I say
thank You.......

cj 2016
(This poem could be a very long one as I have over a 1000 "thank You"s" in my journal. I have one more big thank you: to all the dear people on this website who take the time  to read my poems and encourage me.  Again and again, I say to you all....I thank you. CJ)
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
Life isn't just
mind over matter

It is
present over past

and

present over future

we hold tight
to this concept

one day at a time

cj 2016
it is so hard to stay present in the moment
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
trusting
in the midst of trials
causes
peace to flourish
and the weeds
to
die
away
.
.
.
.

cj 2016
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