(To be spoken out loud) in the quiet times resides the essence in the event of love resides resilience an angel comes down, two everlasting fairy rings and elves hiding an angel speaks, one replies ’coo’ like a dove
She was a heart of gold. She is, shimmering, in light , She is, listening, in the Love. She is , bright, luminescent. As sands of time pass by, sounds of time glisten. A touch, a smell of fur pass by. In the golden, dog night, and day, she remembers. from the loving owner Maud Louise, our Briard, a heart wrapped in fur. 12/2/97 born, 23/12/05 @8:20PM she left us
Where angels fear to tread comes a light swimming skimmimg across tree tops across chimneys at the Last Man Standing Alone Hotel Skipton. A lady parks her car the room erupts Just tonotice beauty is a relish Just to feel worship is delectable Just to be impressed deserves honour, and humor. This leaves us at an impasse whether to the left or the right, above or below, inside or out. Gold is to be found sometimes in desirable places, sometimes desecration, sometimes decoration, sometimes donation. Leaving be leave be.
In my dancing days I danced a lot. I had some fun Sometimes not. The rains came down No-one knew It could have been Just the dew. I asked for miracles I asked too much. I asked too much. It was always hidden by the fire. Peace was in the embers. The Old ones knew. Image shows: Love and harmony Wisdom and grace Soul on Earth Peace on Earth Old ones on the cross
in the belly of a swan in the heart of an angel in the light of the ancestors in love in the garden of dreams in hope in care walks the Freewoman free. Laughter appears and Grace from Nowhere
Coming down is the rain fat and fiery. An angel opens up the river, and rivulets cascade into a glowing brook. A hand reaches out ‘taste me’, I drink. She is my benefactor. She is mountain air And I know my place. Its here.
By golden sandstones deep runs the smooth water. Openings into caves as I gaze across ridges. Thick trees dot the hills, and as time marches on, haze comes down shimmering into my soul, and the ferry canters across
An angel sings above the bed. One sits and knits beside. A light shines in the window as Grace comes down. Then, all the angels sing ‘hosanna, hosanna.’ Let there be Peace and Love in the Highest
In the evening the sun goes down, there are stars. A magnificent angel fills the sky. A tiny spider spins its web and sings happily. The trees and leaves are whispering all around. A bird tweets and calls his friends. Peace comes down and Love surrounds.
She holds you in her arms of Strength and Honest-ee. She breathes into your Spirit, Woman. She bathes you in her Radiance, her Secrets soon to share. And when you Walk her Dance beside you is her Gift of Hidden things. Renewal.