Tenderly, tenderly,
listening to spirit whispers on the breeze
now that the gale forces
have passed
and it’s quiet at last.
And what I hear
I do believe the times have changed
the past I’ve grieved,
and new times are surely, awakening now.
Begin again my life somehow.
Let it be free and peaceful,
ever constant Love
surrounds and inspiration flows to me
to see the forest and swim the seas,
to know indeed where I will be,
as I surrender naturally.
Come tomorrow and a new day
joy is here, it has come to stay.
Written with the small
black feather
from a New Holland Honey-eater on September 28, 2014
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