In the face of a blank page
I wonder which words will engage
this mortal mind.
Then I find, inside, emotion
which has not yet unfolded;
stories which have not yet been told.

I extend the story of Neverland
to include those who still
know how to dream;
a new order it may seem,
still seen through the eyes
of the youthful soul.
To behold the blue skies
of a new land ~ to see hope
blossom into the beauty
of forevermore, where fields
of flowers lay outside your door.

Butterflies sing, and flowers
can speak...where all that is
living remain humble, soft, meek.
‘Tis to be blessed of Love
and of peace...this place,
this new Neverland, healed
and offered to all who believe.

It shines golden in your heart,
surrounded by the jewels of
Faith ~ and it is this you will need
just to fly you there...
You can escape as Peter Pan did,
with spirit’s magic besprinkled
upon Neverland’s sweet fare;
spread out around you,
wonderland’s enchanting air.

© Deborah L. Kelly