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  May 2014 NuurSeraph
r
Would you have
     our stars not shine?
Would you have darkness
      be your shrine?

r ~ 5/5/14
For our school girls in Nigeria, and the world over.
NuurSeraph May 2014
What I've Got,
I've got a lot
I got a third chance
to Resurrect my Life
Around Two People
Who Love Me, Love Me a Lot
In the Norhwest Heaven,
Heaven sent
A Chance to Reunite
with my Mother, she and I are just now getting a Chance
to get to Know each other.
My Mother's Husband is a Trip
An air of Fresh Breath,
a Mint Condiment
A House of Loving Animals,
Quite a Variety, I might add
A Place to Open my Spirit to Nature's Wonder,
To Let Her In, Hear Her Plea
Walk along within Her Comfort
And get to know the Inner Me
God bless, I've Got A lot.

{ My Poetry Home is not forgotten, I have been transformed by my online Family, I really Appreciate all the comfort and wisdom}
Material things don't mean a ****-*** thing
NuurSeraph May 2014
Break the body and give forth freely
What comes back
~ Comes back to heal Thee
A Cycle of a Life of Service
  May 2014 NuurSeraph
Joe Cole
I need no church or temple or stately towering mosque
You see I have the hills and forest and my views of the rolling seas

I need no gods in any form except the one I see
You see my only god is nature,  the only god I need
  May 2014 NuurSeraph
Brendan Thomas
The time now upon us
Great prophets foresaw

Country against country
Disregard for the law

Blood will be shed
Blood and tears fill the streets

A God looking down
Does no more than weep

A world he created
Will extinguish itself

Now this will happen
If we don't have his help

One thing I remember
And remember it well

He only helps those
Who help themselves

Now it's our problem
And we must find a cure

We all need to listen
And hear what is pure
NuurSeraph May 2014
Oh, I Know
Why I Love
I have Loved
All of You
Care to Know?
Wish to See?
...I am You and You
Are Me....
Bless our Souls so seamlessly Serene
NuurSeraph May 2014
I pray I don't have much to say on this brand new day.
I sit by a placid pond, watch the few ducks petal along the softer water.
What brings down Thought but meandering rain drops along her gracious light of day?
What makes Mighty the gentle Light wisping the Clouds from darken bright?
What calls my name to walk along this park?
I came, to see what song the birds might bring to tame the fragile mind, perhaps a jing~a~ling, a happy thought, a smile pray tell?
A gentle breeze, such a simple thing within it carries a Sacred Song to Sing.
I'm alive, I believe, in nature...it heals
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