He who is filled with love is filled with God himself.
Saint Augustine
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The autumn mist hangs suspended across the tree tops
a raven croaks its plaintive cry, upon the templar watch tower
as I meander down the hedgerows and byeways
listening for the drum of your love, reverberating on my heart
I view the divisions of time, on the silohuetted skyline
as the swirlings energies of life, surround my very soul
I pick some wild berries in the brambles, for sustenance and strength
and I am utterly determined, to realise all my goals and objectives
I have never needed the company, of another living soul
to be content within myself, with comforting peace of mind
scurrying rabbits, break cover and dart across the lawn
the game of life, can end without a single sound
to be aware, of the subtle changes and shifts of tempo
is what seperates, the survivor from the slain
I observe with grace and silence, events upon the ground
synchronising my breathing, to the thought waves in my mind
as all around me, the dance of destiny is slowly unfolding
it is not what you do, that really matters to the outcome
for I have found, it is the spirit incarnate of itself
that decides and resolves , every single throw of the dice
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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Love and Peace, B&R
Excellently Done...
Your Friend TRASK
Paul;-)
You are so good in painting pictures in your readers' mind, and this one is of no exception. Wonderful write!!!!!
Lots of love,
Sandie Angel :o)
brilliant!
vesna :)
Each time you paint like this I walk right along your path. You have a gift that transforms the reader to where you are and that's the mark of a professional bard.
Love,
Susan
Regis
synchronising my breathing, to the thought waves in my mind
as all around me, the dance of destiny is slowly unfolding
it is not what you do, that really matters to the outcome
for I have found, it is the spirit incarnate of itself
that decides and resolves, every single throw of the dice..."
A masterpiece of words.
Elizabeth
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace. Joyce
This is so true it fits one whom is settled and content within their spirit....
" is not what you do, that really matters to the outcome
for I have found, it is the spirit incarnate of itself
that decides and resolves , every single throw of the dice"
Yes he controls the dice.....
Peace, Love, Light, Joselyn
Love and friendship,
Taylor
Fee
There is so much in this that stimulates the mind the soul ...your spirit and your pen really are quite phenomenal! Thank you for this inspiring work. Love and hugs, the flying Panda ;)
Your pen is like a soothing voice.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Shalom,
Eileen
Love,
CJ
Love Tinka