when may i rest at last, when may i sleep?
my head cradled by a pillow of peace
on a soft bed of cotton white clouds
nestled ‘neath a warm coverlet of stars
let me sail deep seas of forgetfulness
lulled by gentle waves of acceptance
on a swift sloop flaunting lapis blue sails
her cargo hold laden with prenatal dreams
their cries yet unheard in time’s womb
this land holds no fascination now for me
my feet bloody, wearied with rocky paths
my heart grown tired of lonely roads
and broken promises littering waysides
no need for a sea trunk, i’ll travel light
when will i lay down loads and this poet’s pen
though when i wake i pick up the pen again
to write on other shores with new ink?
sleep blessed sleep cover well my eyes
with the dew of your serene kisses
close them tight to all former sorrows
wake me with gilded dawn of forever
where indigo shadows melt ‘neath ginger sun
and love waits for me again with open arms
Very emotional, moved me from sadness and utter dispair to God's heavenly light and sweet music from birds to open my eyes to greet the new day with all its mysteries...
Never say "neverMore than once I've found myself tired of one place and that gypsy spirit that most poets' have pipes up with one adventure after another. I just wonder, like you, when it will strike me again.
Blessings and love,
Susan
LaBelle, this is truly an excellent writing...your voice in this write speaks in truth & honesty...it gave this reader a feeling of knowing your struggles in life. Life is hard regardless how it is dealt.
Belle,
One of your most beautifully written poetry. You are such a master. Truly enjoyed this.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on April 24, 2008
La Belle, I say this with every once of sincerity...you are one of my favorite poets here at AD! Captivating, ond Soooo beautiful for these weary eyes of mind to read and enjoy this morning, blessings Holly
Very beautiful and remorseful write that speaks of weariness of soul, as poets we often shoulder the weight of thoughts others dare not think of. Well done my friend.
hugs
Fee
Where love waits...like a piece of wood adrift that came to rest on unfamiliar shores, just for once, waiting there for the next tide or for a hand that will claim ownership and take it home...
O, this is beautifully imaged in illustration and verse - the longing - the needed rest after the bumpy night of life's disappointments (or in our case, a night of storm) - deserving of a much needed break - saving these gorgeous lines to linger in again and again - thank you, La Belle - well done -
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
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Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and love,
Susan
Many thanks for the opportunity to share in your words.
Peace and Love ~~ Micke
One of your most beautifully written poetry. You are such a master. Truly enjoyed this.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
hugs
Fee
and love waits for me again with open arms
Quite lovely, La Belle.
as wonderful as your old ink.
with love,
Ron
Have a good day La Belle..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.