HOLD TO PROMISE

Promise is a wonderful treasure, Precious and delicately formed. She’s to be valued beyond measure; Protected from theft and harm.   Plenty would seek to steal your blessing, As innocent as they might seem. So brazenly without redressing; Unashamed of killing a dream.   Don’t let them come near your heart and soul With their

RAINBOWS

Rainbows are signs of hope, Reminders of promise That help us to press on And watch for better times ahead. They can’t come without rain,, Sent to wash and nourish, Often so dark and cold, Settling like a wet blanket. All creation huddles, Tucked in against the rain That falls like endless tears As Mother

SPRING GARDEN

A spring garden is full of surprises:  It seems like nothing is alive there; then blossoms open overnight.  The frozen, sleeping ground softens and wakes up; mud gives way to young, green shoots. Birds return with happy songs, building their nests and laying eggs.  Soon they’ll be looking for yummy treats to feed their babies;

very good…and true

A couple of days ago,  NgobesingRomanus posted this on Believe in your abilities and asked what people thought. It’s really quite intriguing and thought provoking: “If you are going to be successful in creating the life of your dreams, you have to believe that you are capable of making it happen. You have to believe

AWAKENING

Mother Earth stretches and yawns. She wipes the sleep out of her eyes As Sun’s warmth caresses her And kisses her awake.   All of her children rise, too. They inhale Morning’s new fragrance As winter quilts melt away Setting them free once more.   Things that seemed dead come alive. They sing the new