It was not dying to the life, sleep,

so one can be reborn in the morn’.
  
As we inhale, aspire, we exhale, inspire,

the breath of life is spiritual.

So too, to awake is as a promise

we made before we were born,



to be life.  It is, this new day

is given to be anew.

Awakened newly to the world,

which has also evolved in it’s newness.  

It's for us to find and be what it is

to be this new day.

Father
Please forgive me
You asked me to be
Your vessel
In this world

But How can I be of help
When I am so broken
And cracked?
I can barely contain
myself

The glen where felled men slept
Where the creek’s deep bed trembled, reeled
Where the green ferns, restless, crept
Where the breezes blew, flew, wheeled
Where the trees, the sweet elms wept
Where the gentle red wrens nested
Where the elks, when freed, then stepped
Where the fleet, serene deer rested
Where the scented bells were kept
Where the jeweled, fresh dew met green
The glen where felled men slept,
Where men were never seen

911 took a bite out of  the apple
She is wounded but carrying on
We stood tall
We will be calm and vigilant
Patient and calm
Care a litle deeper and hang in there
Be well and take care my fellow poets
Patience isnt easy but we have to walk with head held up high and attitudes in check

C@rainbowchaser2020

MY favorite word Today!
○°•SERENDIPITY
Treasure of a word
From the story I read
Like the sight of a crashing wave on the edge of the deep blue see
Serendipity's similarity to waves crashing as we break from Our comfort zones
They lead us to insights to call our own
Horace Mann, Walpole came up with this terminology
When he came across treasure of unexpected discovery
A lost painting of Bianca Cappello
By: Giogio Vasari
A Persian fairy tale
The Princes of Serendip
A Tale like the word
A treasure,
°•I do insist!
SERENDIPITY ○°•

One door closes
another one
opening
beckoning
temptation.