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Thank you, Joan, A beautiful piece; the opening lines remind me of a friend, who became a minister, who once had a very vivid dream in which Ancestors were desperately trying to reach us and communicate, shaking trees, sending wind, etc., while we just went on as if these things were routine. Poetry is also one of those "times to pause," when we not only appreciate the gift and power of language, but even more so the power of language to bring matters of the heart and soul to life, as you did here. The year ends on just a little better note with your contribution to it.
Best to you all ways,
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THE SUN, THE WIND, THE LAKE, A BIRD AND YOU ©2009 Joan Cartwright The end of the year brings forceful wind That glides across the lake And rustles the branches of the trees While a bird sits and suns upon a stone Then, you join me in my reverie Of wonderment and appreciation Oh, world of my life, tomb of my grave And core of my existence, Thank you for the delight of living Thank you for the light of being Thank you for the desire of loving Of knowing this experience To live, to walk on Earth and see The sun, the wind, the lake, a bird and YOU! |
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