Hear the sound of silence
Enter waters mist
Draw back a cotton window
Gentle breeze lifts your smile
Soft meadow you walk a while
Under neath the bows you pass
Tread the green cool grass
See into the stream of life the crystal waves of light that pass
The hands of one so loving reach
Hold the space for you to seek
Warm days gentle tree
Walk ahead inside your free
Search inside you'll see
Learn to live in peace
just
let it be...

When storms began : Swirling round its whirling sound  it shadows dancing  
The still garden iced hard the winters ****
The sun shines yet melted lake you never see  
Shadows still claw inside of me
The grass so green flowers softest blue  
Yet colours range and angry shade all true.
The wind it works and catches strong
Leap unknown the wall
Taken every finest part they find and now after months of closed behind  
Taken once again the wind its comes ripping though and taking once again
No chance to even say the word good bye they cry
it leaves you there in silence
Water washes crimson waves to blue  
And once again your voice stolen from you
Years pass the wind now gone
But waves of memories flood each part it’s true
How could winds be broken and cut through like a knife
when walls of silence
Close on you
Dont speak don't shed a tear
As if you do the walls again appear  
And in the broken storm torn they call your name Alone to stay you carry all the shame.
Inside the walls the wind still knows your name
If you speak your life wont be the same

The sun's warmth a golden crisp of time
Melts the cold ice inside of you
No more broken winters bite
No more tears by candle light
No more burns of frost at night
No more chills the winds of fright
Only warmth if summers glow and song of birds
And trickle of the stream now flow
Gentle waters warm a fragile heart
Till strong a smile and eyes they see no dark
Yellow is now all that melts your day and ice cold blue it melts away.
Be happ free dont let the walls now climb
Only honey suckle light to gaze upon.
Open up a flower of new light
The spring still has a whisper in the night
Take a gentle brush its colours bright
On a new canvas now you write...

The birthing of a new day.

It's was all happening down at the stream river corve nature theatre this morning, two and a half hours of entertainment  ....

the ravens and the magpies put on a high speed arial display of chase me you ....in between hoiking sticks to build nests like over enthusiastic Bobby dog.

The squirrels performed treetop acrobatics like those little furry pull along magic worm/snake things kids play with on the end of invisible threads.

The wood pigeons are alternating between  banqueting on the ivy ready to start poomageddon season over the car any day now.

Wrens everywhere like little brown ping pong *****.

Fearless robins pecking round my feet.

Seagullls came for a visit singing their song to remind me what it sounds like at the coast.

**** are just hanging about in a relaxed manner generally everywhere  

Hoping I might catch a glimpse again of the kestrel that came through the other day like a jet plane going through the Corvedale on its way to Wales

Just waiting for the sun to turn on my chandeliers (have to wait till afternoon for that visual delight few pics at the end from the other day to

*** Fallen Angel ***


Into darkness once again but now it's different

Because I've learnt to fall a little way

See a little of what went before but never be dragged with in its claw

As now a bridge I see is there it's wobbly yes but still secure

It's made of rope, it swings and rocks

Even if  I let go it holds me firm

So I can see what lies beneath

But never again will I fall so deep

For now I choose if I let go

You see I built a bridge I know

I'm still aware of the void beneath, the loss , the pain, the endless sleep, the fear

But now i can choose to look I can choose to see or even feel

But never again can I fall in

You see

as I built a bridge for my child within

She cannot live in fear now

She has my love tied in its secure enough to hold us both

Entwined together our bridge

Is love

Yes the void is deep and dark

But the fear has gone now the bridge is there it's so strong it can not break

You see its made from strength I found one day

It was buried inside too scared to try to scared to climb

But as an adult I entwined it with love it grew

Now my child has the strength to climb

She is with me now safe and dry

She does not need to hide or cry or remember the fear

She only has to walk along side me holding my hand ever so tightly

The love I have for her is the bridge that can never break it's strong and yet it can swing so we still get to have childish fun

it has beautiful flowers it has strong arms it can lift us up so high

It's our bridge so high above

Above the fall

The past is left the pain has gone

The fear is dropped into the void as its to heavy for our bridge

but the happy memories fly with us above

All we have to do is walk along our bridge.

Yes this time it's different I can only look over and down but I cannot fall now as fear has gone and our love is one me and my little girl

Our bridge

By Fallen Angel

19th February 2016
*** Fallen Angel ***
Written by
*** Fallen Angel ***

hold your faith
If the universe brings you to it, life will bring you through it
If you look at what you do not have in life,
you don't have anything,
If you look at what you have in life,
you have everything.


Happy moments, be grateful
Difficult moments, seek help
Quiet moments, enjoy the calmness
Painful moments, trust in the universe
Every moment, be you

my place of prayer
i feel like our lady is in my heart today ,
the sun is shinning through my window
I'm am not afraid today
i have a little corner
in my room where i like to pray
were i have a little statue of Mary from Litchfield,
a wooden crucifix from litchfield cathedral

a stone from john Bastille church in turkey ,
a rosewood rosary from Malta
and a candle from not re-dame
some pictures of Mary
and one of me when i was young
,i blessed them with the water from Marys house in Ephesus
its my little chapel,
its my place of calm
. i also have a statue of her under my cherry tree
in the garden
my garden of prayer
with a smaller statue of a fallen angel
its wonderful there,
i forgot how much Ive loved those little pieces of her i have
like symbols in a church
and now i have a cross to hold
to pray with everyday
gift from a kind person
who thinks alot of me

by[funny girl]