You are safe
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Can you feel the hand that is holding you,
close your eyes, feel your breath, feel the light
that’s within you, yes, within.
When the gentle gian...
1 year ago
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wildflowers
They came in the mail one day, housed in an envelope with no return address, a small packet of seeds.
The next morning at the office she told her companions about the mysterious envelope which contained only a packet of wildflower seeds.
Jokingly Joe asks, “Are you going to plant them?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t have a green thumb. I seem to kill every plant I’ve tried to nurture, even the hardy ones.” She laughs softly, feeling embarrassed at her lack of skill.
Joe adds before walking off, “Me too, I just don’t have the time to play in the dirt.”
Mary and Stephanie touch her arm as they leave, “Give it a try, you may surprise yourself.”
Tim is the only person left, she smiles asking, “What do you think Tim?”
“Everything grows if you provide it with attention.”
She smiles at him, he has such a soft, warm way about him; she can’t help but think he’s right.
“We better get back to the grind, let me know if you’d like some help with those seeds.”
Every Friday afternoon they all gather together for dinner, it’s always a perfect way to end the work week. As the night sky darkens, their friends leave the restaurant one by one, until she and Tim are the only ones remaining.
“I was thinking about planting the seeds tomorrow, would you like to come by and plant them with me?”
With a warm smile Tim responds, “Yes, I would.”
Time passed, and together they watched the small planted seeds mature from sprouts into blooming flowers that adorned her once barren front yard. Over the next five years they spent their time, weeding, mulching, watering, and growing closer; like the flowers themselves. Their lives had spread into each other’s; yet, maintaining their own separate identity; even after they exchanged vows in front of their now well-tended garden. They had become reflections of the seeds they sowed years before.
Fifty years had passed, and on their special day a white envelope, yellowed with age, and lacking a return address was delivered. Inside was a small packet of wildflower seeds and a simple note that read:
My Love,
Anything that is well attended will grow.
Like the seeds we planted,
I always hoped we would plant them together.
Mary sent these to you, for me, since I am no longer beside you.
Your patience and understanding
Brought love into my world.
Together we made our corner brighter,
Together we planted, for
Love is a flower you have to let grow.
Loving you always,
J
The next morning at the office she told her companions about the mysterious envelope which contained only a packet of wildflower seeds.
Jokingly Joe asks, “Are you going to plant them?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t have a green thumb. I seem to kill every plant I’ve tried to nurture, even the hardy ones.” She laughs softly, feeling embarrassed at her lack of skill.
Joe adds before walking off, “Me too, I just don’t have the time to play in the dirt.”
Mary and Stephanie touch her arm as they leave, “Give it a try, you may surprise yourself.”
Tim is the only person left, she smiles asking, “What do you think Tim?”
“Everything grows if you provide it with attention.”
She smiles at him, he has such a soft, warm way about him; she can’t help but think he’s right.
“We better get back to the grind, let me know if you’d like some help with those seeds.”
Every Friday afternoon they all gather together for dinner, it’s always a perfect way to end the work week. As the night sky darkens, their friends leave the restaurant one by one, until she and Tim are the only ones remaining.
“I was thinking about planting the seeds tomorrow, would you like to come by and plant them with me?”
With a warm smile Tim responds, “Yes, I would.”
Time passed, and together they watched the small planted seeds mature from sprouts into blooming flowers that adorned her once barren front yard. Over the next five years they spent their time, weeding, mulching, watering, and growing closer; like the flowers themselves. Their lives had spread into each other’s; yet, maintaining their own separate identity; even after they exchanged vows in front of their now well-tended garden. They had become reflections of the seeds they sowed years before.
Fifty years had passed, and on their special day a white envelope, yellowed with age, and lacking a return address was delivered. Inside was a small packet of wildflower seeds and a simple note that read:
My Love,
Anything that is well attended will grow.
Like the seeds we planted,
I always hoped we would plant them together.
Mary sent these to you, for me, since I am no longer beside you.
Your patience and understanding
Brought love into my world.
Together we made our corner brighter,
Together we planted, for
Love is a flower you have to let grow.
Loving you always,
J
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sweet Dreams
"Dream on, for dreams are sweet":
Where there is love,
There is a young woman sitting in her hand-me down rocker, rocking her newborn baby to sleep. Her delicate hand painting invisible circles on her treasure’s back, and with closed eyes, her soft voice sings,
Sleep now my precious soul
Sleep now.
Angel wings
Wrap you in warmth,
Heavens stars
Light your dreams,
Dream on, my precious soul
Dream on, for dreams are sweet.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Untitled
Like children dancing on washed sand
I watch them
Frolicking
Swishing grey tails
Running back and forth
Scattering, then
Jumping into seas of green ivy, and
Scampering quickly to
Return to the aged timber of my deck.
Soaring onto limbs of the rooted old tree,
Ring around the ivy, until the
Mid-day sun
Resting high in the tranquil sky
Transforms restless playmates into
Sunbathers.
Bounding life shifts, all God’s children
Rest,
Like calm waters on quiet beach shores.
I watch them
Frolicking
Swishing grey tails
Running back and forth
Scattering, then
Jumping into seas of green ivy, and
Scampering quickly to
Return to the aged timber of my deck.
Soaring onto limbs of the rooted old tree,
Ring around the ivy, until the
Mid-day sun
Resting high in the tranquil sky
Transforms restless playmates into
Sunbathers.
Bounding life shifts, all God’s children
Rest,
Like calm waters on quiet beach shores.
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