wisdom

Poetry for a Wednesday morning

Existential musings 

 

The stars have gone to bed

As the earth turns around and lazily stretches,

The sun has kissed the moon good nite,

But, where are you? 

The trees have nestled down to ground,

While the flowers wrap their petals tight

It’s getting cool in the moonlight,

But, where are you?

Small creatures race to homes unseen

Chased by sleep on marathon runs

In forests of deafening quiet.

But, where are you?

My eyes dart to and fro looking

For that  which only a heart can see,

The true scope of your love which pinpoints

Your unknown locality.

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12.26.27

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picture courtesy of Crystal Adams Faulkiner

Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the desire to age well, and the joys inherent in every day. Utilizing poetry, photography, and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Writer, wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Christ-follower, adventure seeker, pharmacist. Hoping to give all and use all I am for the good of others. Come along. The journey may be difficult, but, it will always be an interesting adventure!

1 comment on “Poetry for a Wednesday morning

  1. MARCELLA STEWART

    beautiful

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