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Morning Rain
Answering The Past
I tell you what
you ask me why
Inside this ring
of time disguised
Two hundred reasons
passing go
Retracing steps
- of long ago
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Forever Now
Make your bed with today
no one's promised tomorrow
The present is visceral
its moment at hand
Repeating itself
in joy and in sorrow
The instant eternal
- forever Divine
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Lost To Oneself
What do the years mean
when they come to an end
Their number a folly
if hearts cannot mend
A month or a decade
results but the same
‘With feeling abandoned
- a life spent in vain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
The Moment Blessed
The future
can be avoided
the present cannot
The past but
a door prize
to what you have not
To live in
the moment's
eternal refrain
A blessing
self given
- again and again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Calling Us Home
Drawn into the light
arms open wide
to hear
that song again
Which ushered
us here
replaying clear
- by Angels from within
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
A Choice
The grey winter
of dismal intention
recurs with a vengeance
- until you say NO
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
I tell you what
you ask me why
Inside this ring
of time disguised
Two hundred reasons
passing go
Retracing steps
- of long ago
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Forever Now
Make your bed with today
no one's promised tomorrow
The present is visceral
its moment at hand
Repeating itself
in joy and in sorrow
The instant eternal
- forever Divine
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Lost To Oneself
What do the years mean
when they come to an end
Their number a folly
if hearts cannot mend
A month or a decade
results but the same
‘With feeling abandoned
- a life spent in vain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
The Moment Blessed
The future
can be avoided
the present cannot
The past but
a door prize
to what you have not
To live in
the moment's
eternal refrain
A blessing
self given
- again and again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Calling Us Home
Drawn into the light
arms open wide
to hear
that song again
Which ushered
us here
replaying clear
- by Angels from within
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
A Choice
The grey winter
of dismal intention
recurs with a vengeance
- until you say NO
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
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