She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: poetry
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Many seem to wonder As Christmas comes around once more, Why they have waited in anticipation; What they have waited for. Perhaps they thought it was Santa Or maybe presents under the tree – The buzzing excitement in the shopping malls The children, blithe and free! Maybe it was the carols – The chance to…
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Out of the darkness, Came a new sound; A pillar of strength, Where hope was found. First came a forth a glimmer, Then creative torrents flowed – A heart gaping open, As in tears, I sowed. More and more, This new song came; New melody, new chords A new found flame. It mattered not Whether…
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It’s not just a story or fairytale It’s not just a ritual or play – That is what so many reduce it to When thinking of Christmas Day. We may ponder all that came about; The trip to Bethlehem – Mary and Joseph and the King Soon to be born to them. Yet all of…
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From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As I came to rest in You. Many lessons to embrace- Some still…
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Objects from the past; Links to today- All that’s left of then, But now… Hope- That I’ll see you, And the past, not in vain; We’ll go on Stronger; Deeper than before, Trust; Parallel paths; Going the same way- Loss; So hard to bear- Not again- I couldn’t! You were special- You are; Wish you…
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A new life waits to come into the world And the mother is filled with joy As she feels the movement of life within her; A beautiful girl or boy. She doesn’t know who her child will resemble And his character is not yet revealed, Yet within her maternal heart, she finds, A promise of…
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How could You have stood there, Without a word to say, As they jeered and mocked and bound You up Leading You away. I would have had a thousand words To silence all their lies, But every word You didn’t say Was spoken through Your eyes; For while they made a fool of You, And…
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Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again; A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad became…
She hath wings 