JuliaB
01-20-2009, 11:42 AM
A belly sigh
Moist eyes
Merely the thought
Is it possible?
Could we really?
This world is tired
The grasping for more
And take and take
The fear the terror
to lose and die
we know it is deep
This shift inside
From seeing a friend
Yet to be made
Within our enemy..
ourselves...
And I have known of late
My own life
Dying to something
But this dying
Is a softening,
Like a garden being prepared
and so it is
with this country
this world
the choices we make now
are the harvest of tomarrow
let it be what feeds
the soul
we stop and reflect
in this open moment
the grasping becomes
a reaching for love
let it be so.
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thank you for being in my community
may we strengthen each other’s noblest intentions---
with love, julfire
Moist eyes
Merely the thought
Is it possible?
Could we really?
This world is tired
The grasping for more
And take and take
The fear the terror
to lose and die
we know it is deep
This shift inside
From seeing a friend
Yet to be made
Within our enemy..
ourselves...
And I have known of late
My own life
Dying to something
But this dying
Is a softening,
Like a garden being prepared
and so it is
with this country
this world
the choices we make now
are the harvest of tomarrow
let it be what feeds
the soul
we stop and reflect
in this open moment
the grasping becomes
a reaching for love
let it be so.
-------------------------------------------
thank you for being in my community
may we strengthen each other’s noblest intentions---
with love, julfire