I came here to Muse the day
With a heart still on the mend
I walked away feeling special
I found a forever friend
Someone who is much like me
With light aglow inside
A person of relevance
Dignity and pride.
Cornelius is this you?
Acts Chapter 10
Am I there too?
Is destiny forgiving
Is the crossroads here at hand
Or is this delusional
In a spirit ever grand?
Then why can’t I be
Just where you are now?
Is it trespassing
To ease a troubled frown
This friendship is history
When recalling greets our passion
Familiar is just a word
It’s definition lacking.
Friendship is forever
For spirits such as WE
No death or pain and sorrow
When we simple choose
BELIEVE!
Cornelius you are welcome
Here within my shine
For here is where you left me
I agree with Erin Belle ... your muse is different here and I like how the innocent pondering makes me feel.
You are truly growing and questioning many things. Don't be waylaid with misunderstanding things as you move forward either. There is much to gleaned in those seasons of quest.
A smile is usually born, from our time to mourn
It's breath comes from the rue, it's might comes when we choose;
that celebrating life, and counting our gain,
Is better than dwelling on what we might, lose. lovya MORE! Art
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a surprisingly refreshing and unique poem ...
You are truly growing and questioning many things. Don't be waylaid with misunderstanding things as you move forward either. There is much to gleaned in those seasons of quest.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Thank you!!
Love tinka
how creative this is........
applause
pax A
wow
It's breath comes from the rue, it's might comes when we choose;
that celebrating life, and counting our gain,
Is better than dwelling on what we might, lose. lovya MORE! Art
This splendid poem speaks on many levels, as you bridge the chasm of the inponderables, in a translucent and transparent manner..
Your thought process knows no bounds...which is a very good thing for a writer
Love and Shalom
Peter
I felt such a strong urge to Muse with you, I was lost in your words until I became 'Once upon a time'!
You've strengthened, and inspired me, Susan, with this poem. Thank you.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
A profound write
Love & Peace
William
Love,
Eileen
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Peace & Love,
Dove