I look out over the green of this field,
and I sway with the dance of the weeping willow
as the breeze weaves its magic
through her leaves.
Each vine, a line through
this labyrinth of human existence
sighing low unto Mother Earth...
Does her majesty speak of sorrow
as the weeping of her name would intend?
As the sun streams through this
oasis, I have found such a well
of peace, with each touch of the breeze,
so deep within the heart of self -
I have learned to simply sigh
and accept the will of His design...
Far be it mine to question divine will,
as I drift back into the warmth
of sun's light through this jungle
of mortal despondency.
I whisper within a prayer of gratitude
for the multitude of bendictions
which fill my everyday life...
For the love of family and friends,
for divine touch which mends
the sorrow of a broken heart.
In my mind's eye, there is true beauty...
rarely expessed or understood when seen
through the earthly eyes of man.

I look out over the green of this field -
I see so much life, I see vibrance
in the rays of the sun's glow, such a joy
to know that with the blessing of each new day,
He illuminates the path,
lights and guides my way.

© 2003, Deborah L. Kelly