You let me write a poem...just in greeting a moment..I answered a question of those who came near thankfulness of close friendship...I'll write it in sections..like a winter breeze reminding and surrounding...sounding ...YOU ARE LOVED..
..not to be rushed.. or shushed. ...to rest in the warmth of a shed where the moon light sifts it's cycles..untainted by the ravage and judgments of time.........still......always
A sacred place to let tears water....a virgin Kiss ..never violated.....in the grace light...a recall of the moment...eye. ...i. ...you ...knew before as a babe in the lap of those who were open armed to the miracle in ..a recall of the light..of love in creation
....a call to this light...it's protection from fear.....it's embrace of wholeness and grace....
To find a peace in solitude..to pray for your heart and mind......your new ..strong childness and mine...that we always are cradled in love......
The rain on the days nature as it is...unshoveled..by the controls of driven deceiving intent....the rich land of grace..to nurture in heart mind and soul.........the living embrace...
However ...you are loved ....when we sleep ..when fear agitate ..when we walk through expectations that aren't even ours ...we walk from stranded or quiet alone ..the oak leaves sing in the chill of nite across all seasons ..too...you are always love ...we are of this love ...whispering breezes....
by Mary Chalifour
..not to be rushed.. or shushed. ...to rest in the warmth of a shed where the moon light sifts it's cycles..untainted by the ravage and judgments of time.........still......always
A sacred place to let tears water....a virgin Kiss ..never violated.....in the grace light...a recall of the moment...eye. ...i. ...you ...knew before as a babe in the lap of those who were open armed to the miracle in ..a recall of the light..of love in creation
....a call to this light...it's protection from fear.....it's embrace of wholeness and grace....
To find a peace in solitude..to pray for your heart and mind......your new ..strong childness and mine...that we always are cradled in love......
The rain on the days nature as it is...unshoveled..by the controls of driven deceiving intent....the rich land of grace..to nurture in heart mind and soul.........the living embrace...
However ...you are loved ....when we sleep ..when fear agitate ..when we walk through expectations that aren't even ours ...we walk from stranded or quiet alone ..the oak leaves sing in the chill of nite across all seasons ..too...you are always love ...we are of this love ...whispering breezes....
by Mary Chalifour