Looking Through To Kindness

 

In the presence of silence

I come to hear

the harmonious hum of maidenhair

so my mothers life passes by

as my grandmothers ferns

grow green and free

and all around me

I feel 

the courage and strength

the stretching times

when humility was there to see,

when quiet patience and blessed grace

led them through what they did face,

and in those times

along the way,

I was playing in grassy fields

gathering flowers to present

my love in simple ways,

and all the time

they kept the pace 

with hearts of hope and lights of faith.

 

So here today,

my soul it leans to the other side

to bless strong women

who led the way

by examples shown

to lift our days

with continual care

they embraced and shared

 their gentle hearts of kindness.

 

Blessed Be

'the golden-hearts' of generosity

 

 

 This is the 3rd message

which has come

 from the maidenhair fern, 

the pastel pink carnation and mauve hyacinths.

 

My Love is with you 

 Blessings and Peace

Bee

 

 

 

 

 

Undoing the Weary Threads

Comes the time

 along the way

when guides up high

 shine through to say:

The letting go of the past

is the way to each new day,

 to welcome joy as it displays

in every new and blooming flower

in each second of every hour

so be the one within

who knows,

undoing weary threads

 is the wisdom way

to present new choices

which lead in kindly light

and honor truth, so we all see

candles in the heart of humanity.

 

 

Poet's Heart

We live in a world torn between

wanting to listen to the sound of a flower growing

and wanting to ignore the sound of the sky falling.

 

By sometimes being sensitive enough to the first process

we acquire the energy necessary to prevent the second.

- Author unknown -

 

As Beautiful As Ever

 

We will settle, still to be

the beauty you will always see

Humming In Harmony

You saw the cloudy sky and I saw the pale lagoon,

you saw the moon.

I see the sun in the sky

who see the tears in my eye.

 

I hear the trees sing with a clear melody, 

you sing the song to belong,

so I hum in harmony.

 

I hear golden eggs humming as our New Earth is coming.

 

Below The Surface

"When people are near to the ground it is mostly

 in a nuclear sense"