She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: poetry
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As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases, Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces – My reflective mood comes to the surface again; Time to stop and pick up the pen! I’m too old to believe in fairytale life, As I read of bushfires and growing strife, Yet there’s something that gives me hope…
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She packed away the baby things, And with that, her hope took flight- Not many knew the grief she had carried – The desperation and the fight. Not only were the final years slipping away, But it seemed that the possibility was none; Her dream of having a little girl Left as quickly as it…
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If I could say just one more thing Before my life flits away, I would tell you how precious you are to the King – His life, He was willing to pay. His pain, oh He bled Like hell itself – He went through the depths for you And He waits and He aches- He…
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Just when I think the last tear has fallen, Another trickles down; It provokes a river, Running freely; All of the pain is released. Pictures flash across my mind – Hopes of running free Unentangled by life’s frustrations Pressing towards the prize. I leave the burden by the roadside ; Another sweeps it away. I…
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You called me beautiful; I wondered what you saw – Am I beautiful because you remember what I was, Or do you know what’s deep inside? I have known you for so many years And never once Did you speak harsh words Or make me feel small You’re a giant in my eyes – And…
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You lug the giant watering can, Helping the garden grow, Content to follow and help where you can – Running to and fro. Your sunny disposition is a blessing to me And I love your innocent ways – Whereever you go there’s a joyful song, And pleasant are the days. All too soon you will…
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Like pebbles falling through my pocket- A priceless collection lost, I progressed for a while along the path Forgetting what it cost. I didn’t realise that Your will Was that I should take with me Every single lesson learnt, Which had helped to set me free. Ashamed and broken, I bowed my head, Wondering if…
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Her fourteen year old smile Approved each detail tentatively. She anticipated each ride To that familiar place, Where sweat was a sweet thing – A sign that when the siren pierced the air, He might be there. He used to come more frequently And she wished she had noticed then; It was his absence that…
She hath wings 