how wonderful

lovely

the timbre of his voice
is melodious to my ear
the very sound can
wash away any fear
the tone in and of itself
acts as a soothing balm
evoking upon my very soul
a veritable calm
his laughter a hearty boom
that floats across any room
the sound seems to bloom
even when he is not near
it is a sound I long to hear

shall have to add that one to my list thanks

beautiful for both of you

The spirit guide flashes before my eyes

The eyes so bright and knowing

Above an eagle flies

To see this guide is truly a surprise

Indian lore I did not grow up knowing

Told those tales were lies

But he is there right before my eyes

His golden eyes are glowing

Under these cold night skies

My faith and heritage together are wise

Their blending is definitely showing

Some these things despise

But I just send thanks up high

As we walked along the river

The cold air made me shiver

The stars were shining bright

On a wonderfully perfect night

This little walk was unplanned

seemed perfect to walk hand in hand

The river sounds were a gentle melody

Crickets and frogs added harmony

A time of bonding coming unheeded

This closeness we definitely needed

send me to the showers but tis beautiful

I see him
standing on the corner
holding up a sign
asking for a handout
I see her in the grocery
debating what to buy
comparing prices
they go into the thrift store
looking for clothes
for the little ones
who are growing so fast
they are invisible to many
they are picking up cans
on the sides of the road
they are the ones
that are struggling
to make it day to day
I have little to share
but I try
a dollar to
the one on the corner
a donation to the food bank
for the ones there
a toy at Christmas
I know each one
has a story
I do not have to know
what it is
I just have to open
my heart a little
and share
my few blessings

oh you got me, but you are not alone.

love it knights in shining armor are hard to find these days

very nice

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Walking through the door

With a single red rose

Like I had never seen him before

My passions rose

No words spoken before

The storm arose

Flashing passion to my core

Winds of earthly prose

Green eyes I so adore

One look and I froze

I wanted more

One red rose

I adore

Vague emotions

That I try to control

Jangle through me

Unnerving my very whole

Utilize my coping skills

Trying to salvage my very soul

Restore my equilibrium

Taking on a heavy toll

Imitate sanity

Play the peaceful role

Scheme for calmness

nervous as a foal

may yours be filled with love and hope

hope yours is filled with love and hope

Twenty years old and scared

The baby less than a month old

Alone and poor

Sometimes feeling no one cared

Life seemed anything but bold

Not knowing what life held in store

What could she possibly be thankful for

But looking around , she dared

To see beauty instead of the cold

Knowing life would open a door

For she could see light in those eyes

That looked up to her this day

So she threw up prayers on high

Knowing somehow, someway

She would learn to fly