feet for walking
for washing

walking in the way of love
following Jesus

The time has come,
The sparrow told his mate,
I really hate to go,
But I am already late;

We’ve lived a life so full,
Together so lovingly dear,
I wish that I could always be,
To you forever near;

But we all have to die,
Somehow one lonely day,
Please don’t cry for me,
My love for you will always stay.

POETRY IS LANGUAGE AT IT’S MOST DISTILLED MOST POWERFUL… AMEN 🙏 ID BE ABSOLUTELY INSANE WITHOUT MY WRITING!!! AND I FEEL LIKE MY VOICE IS FINALLY BEING HEARD PROPERLY… I APPRECIATE THEE MANY TALENTED FOLK OUT THERE EXPRESSING THERE TRUEST SELFS IN THERE POETRY… CHEERS 🍻

A QUICK WORD
I’ve read some MOVING
WORDS
IN REACTION TO MY POETRY…
I don’t seek FAME…
Just to know that ONE POEM…
Could make another persons…
Wheels TURN A BIT IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME… THANKS TO YOU ALL…

I love nature

It loves me back

Rain plays the music of nature

Bees hum its songs

Butterflies dance to nature's tune

Flowers bloom in the sun

They all make me smile.

She took my hand and followed me
through the trees,
under the archway made of ivy
(flanked by pristinely carved hedges)
into the vast, open field
which met the ethereal red sun
on the horizon.

We sat in the fresh grass,
cool in the evening air.
All the while we stayed silent,
just admiring the untouched space.
Each blade of grass before us
swayed gently,
tantalisingly...

Time had stopped
but everything was still living.
Still moving.
As if this place were not included
in Time's perseverance.  
I didn't want it to be,
it was too important to me.

It occurred to me then
that it wasn't this place
that I valued the most at all
It was this moment.

And I captured it.

My heart has spoken.

It's your turn now.