Is made to open
Such tears and broken bones,
Cured all fears and worry
When suffer is needed to end
There’s peace inside this moment
Your love is always perfect, it is always real as well.
You have brought me close to some Great poets ever.
In fact I would say the greatest poets that live today.
I appreciate that I can really enjoy their beautiful writes.
So one thing that I am asking you O Saving God tonight.
You are already using them mightily double that portion.
In each of the make their poems twice as beautiful please.
Also make their poems twice as powerful as they were before.
Bless them with doubling their poetry talent in every way now.
A world of people
Act, talk, walk, eat, pray and love
All are living things
Wave of the ocean
Narrates the beauty of life
Truly is a gift.
Don’t make a flash on you
To the bright stars or lonely moon
Make it happen as if it’s your last
Make it, create it inside of you
So it will be the light that will console you
To turn into the sunny side of the room
I hear the Earth as she laughs
In the flowers that I plant
It's like they are all tickling
As they bloom in early Spring
I see the Earth as she smiles
With her dimpled daffodils
She keeps grinning back at us
In a pink peony blush
I hear her chuckle in the breeze
To the delight of daylilies
With each laugh they all know
It brings new colors to their fold
I have often heard it said
Every time the Earth laughs
Another flower is set to bloom
I guarantee that this is true
Every time the Earth laughs...
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤...
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤...
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤,
𝐼𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑠
𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠,
𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑒;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙...
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠,
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔;
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒,
𝑂𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑤,
𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟;
𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒...