This is a poem about me and my dog, and the art of slow living.
me and my dog we sit we sit with our faces in the wind eyes closed hearts open me and my dog we watch we watch birds flying leaves falling grass dying geese calling me and my dog we listen we listen to the heartbeat in the earth the hoofbeats of mighty beasts racing across time wild horses running at breakneck speed leaving us behind but we don't need that kind of rush, no not me and my dog
This is a poem about the brown leaves and blue skies of autumn in Acadiana, my Louisiana heritage – a poem about leaving and coming back home. May you always carry home in your heart!
LOUISIANA LEAVES one day I will leave these bayous and cypress trees oaks and magnolias and pastures of green bearded moss hanging swaying in the breeze horses and cows grazing will they notice when I leave? one day I'll drive northward to see colorful leaves bursting in autumn from unfamiliar trees such beauty I've never had the pleasure to hold such glory is priceless or so I am told when I eat the fruit of that golden root when I've had my fill of the northern thrill I'll turn back toward home where I know I belong for there is nothing quite like those blue southern skies the familiar warm welcome and a feast for the eyes my people are waiting they're calling my name the north holds much beauty but it's just not the same wherever I go however I roam deep within me I know there is no place like home
This is a poetic story of beauty and color – a tale of holding on and letting go.
come with me, you say pulling me along come and see, and my heart follows willingly as my lips sing the sweetest song what is this place, I ask as we wander through an unknown land filled with giant trees and flaming leaves bigger than my hand this is autumn, you say with a smile, as we climb orange branches wrapped with golden foliage breathing sun-ripened scents of pumpkins and spice let us gather the colors let us bring them back home let us brighten our world let us lighten our load let us always remember let us never forget but when I look at you I see your face is wet then we cross the river of time, but alas the colors turn crunchy and fade like winter grass why do seasons change so fast autumn falls, it cannot last
MORNING SONG your life is a song playing all night long an old vinyl spinning without end, beginning over and over again the words tell your story with echoes of worry swirling and whirling always in a hurry to travel the same ground where nothing new is found longing to change your tune hoping to wake up soon then Morning softly calls your name, it's time for school rise and shine, don't complain she gently takes you by the hand, leading onward past the grains of sand that always seem to stick beneath your sleepy eyes here comes the golden sun beaming wonder and surprise and Morning washes the cobwebs away, breaking the record that tries to play that same old song you heard all night long she offers the gift of a brand new day
For all who love the colors of Fall, sing a song of praise and embrace this glorious season!
Lord, I am singing your praises this morning as I allow you to color my world with the rich hues of autumn glory reflecting your gold singing songs of old with passionate heart I embrace your art there is none other like you who paints the sky who writes across my heart the colors of your art
I celebrate my birthday in September each year, which coincides with the changing of the seasons, the passage of time.
This September, I celebrated 60 years of life on this earth.
Sixty years is not extraordinary, yet I am amazed that I don’t FEEL like I’m 60 years old. In my mind, I’m still that young girl making her way through life, day by day, still looking for the good, still searching for what I’m supposed to be doing, still trying to figure out the meaning of life.
Maybe you feel this way too. Maybe you are approaching 30, or 45, or 50 trips around the sun. Birthdays, like seasons, continually mark the passage of time.
Maybe you feel like time is running out. This is an illusion. Time continues, life goes on. We all wish time could stop. It is my hope for all of us to learn to appreciate each moment, wherever we are, and to embrace the richness of each new season.
Every year adds wisdom wrinkles adventures challenges beginnings endings wins losses friendship blessings love overflowing Every day is a chance to start fresh to try again to keep going to begin noticing to bless someone to share laughter to truly give to really live to love with all your heart
Lord I bring to you my deep longing for you and I hope with all my heart you will meet me in the longing don't leave me languishing in loneliness meet me with your presence in the fields of my heart let me feel your love like wildflowers springing to life let me hear you say my name I belong I belong
Inspired by the movie Redeeming Love, based on a novel by Francine Rivers.
Love stands before me I am too blind to see Love gently cups my face I am too scared to receive Love woos me like the songbird I hear but I can't believe It cannot be for me. Longing rises and spills over like salty tears If only if only it were true a fairytale coming to life coming for me Love is coming for me. Yes, it's true Love is coming for you, too
Sometime you have to look for the good in life.
look for the beauty that nourishes your soul feel the grace of love that a good life holds drink the morning air let it lift you high bring comfort to your neighbor then spread your wings and fly
Healing comes gently.
This is for anyone who has ever felt broken-hearted, disappointed, hurt, sad, lost, or grief-stricken.
Healing does come. Maybe not as fast as you’d like, but it will come gently, one moment at a time.
May peace be with you today and every day. You are greatly loved.
He sees these sad feelings He knows what to do because disappointment leaves a mark and sometimes the cut is deep I will let Him clean the wound I will let Him blow fresh air to aid the healing I will let Him apply the balm of Gilead to soothe the spasms of grief the sorrow that drags every loss into its net to weigh down my heart I will let Him cut the net and release despair into the sea I will let anguish follow to be caught in the current washed away forever
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