Ma Cherie Apr 4

I hear the lovely kiss of Spring,
it comes to me a song he sing,
upon the lovely sacred wing,
the bird above amazes eye,
as I listen to his battle cry,
I raise a hand,
then softly sigh,
please do stay
not bid goodbye,

A screeching sound to take his kill,
a bird as this - astounding skill,
they try to fight but they lose the will,
morphing in an alien shape,
no mouse nor snake to yet escape,

It comes here now my bird of prey,
the hawks again they fly today,
magnificent- to take a breath,
swooping in to claim a death,

A single hawk now sits in view,
though sometimes twelve or maybe two,
this my bird
-a sign to see,
of what now comes-
an what will be,
a omen of my destiny,

This,
a messenger from a god,
who's flight leave only feeling awed,
a spirit of my Father here,
to call again an draw me near,
I listen close with an open ear,

I knew this place was for me sure,
it is the place I find the cure,
leaving there of where we were,
the place to rest my restless feet,
and finally give my heart a seat,
life it hid- with much deceit,

A garden full and nightly meals,
my bird of prey- his quarry squeals,
I listen for the holy squawk,
I listen for my red tail hawk,
I watch him fly but I only gawk,

He came last year- enlightening
in visions sometimes frightening,
my sky of many, sky of one,
all together beneath the sun,

A guardian who came before,
who now protects my new front door,
a harbinger of good I know,
I'm sure my seeds this time to grow,
an we not die- in this I know,

His Spirit lives here in the spring,
on every bird on every wing,
in my every caution
and in every other thing,
he's every sound and every sight,
and every bird on every flight,
he's every morn' and every night,

He's everything I eat and cook,
in every word in every book,
in every face in every look,
he is my grandson's bouncing ball,
he is the leaves that died in fall,
he is my son- who grew so tall,

Returned to me in verdant love,
my greenest mount from up above,
painted here angelic hands,
a carpenter who had his plans,

To make this place-
God's country -
and so too then is mine,
my soul an spirit
-forever -
right here- they intertwine,
an I am ever grateful
for an understanding mind,

An so I do my sacred part -
to teach the children well,
I listen close to sacred hearts
in sadness I do not dwell,
in every fear to leave behind ,
so in his love- to you I tell,

We are more than just our flesh,
an every day is new an fresh,
listen to the birds of Spring,
tiny one or on a giant wing,
hear the song to listen
-sing

Knowing when the sun it sets,
to leave behind the past regret,
smiling souls will have no fret,
an face what we see as the dark,
to find a footlight in a tiny spark,

And even if my soul stayed here,
I'd live my life this way,
even if it ends right now,
If always I must
always, stay,

To live a life that's dignified,
but not of one consumed by pride,
a life that's been so worth the ride,
well I can say I really live,
I give in all I have to give,
I carry not no weight with me,
I will let it rest -I will just let it be,

But this is not to say
at times -
my heart does not feel sad,
for sorrow teaches to appreciate
the times when you feel glad,
an anger hurts only you I think,
so no use in being mad,
although I think we must at times,
if only just a tad,

Regardless of a promise made,
in a text or ancient writings,
I will take the message now
of my bird that I am sighting,

This is chance a time of change,
take a hold an grasp,
wear it in a locket near,
an tightly close the clasp,

Find a dream up in the sky
and draw it to your heart
this is the time in Spring it's true
to make a brand new start,

Go now-
an find your new life
beneath the springtime sun.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I saw an orb with my own two eyes in the middle of the day in my bathroom and I don't even know how I feel about that sort of thing but I caught it with my camera. Any thoughts? This Hawk the pictures are mind blowing see my page and picture yes he is back ; ) For my Father
love you all ❤❤❤
Ashly Kocher Apr 3

Sleepless nights, long nights
Praying and hoping for a donor
A kidney was needed for a young man
To help be feel human and strong again
One phone call was all it took, for an angel to give just one look
In a blink of an eye, all will change
But for the better with the help of Gods grace
An angel has been sent down from heaven above
To shine positive light on someone who needed it most
We call it our Christmas miracle for a loving son
For soon he will have a new kidney and can forever have fun.

Ashly Kocher Apr 2

Close your eyes and all you will see
Is a lifetime of happiness and who you will be
The path ahead will lead you down
Down the rabbit hole that will be found
Open your eyes to a different world
That's  full of life and colors of imagination
Climb the trees and cross the bridge
Take a journey into the unknown
The Unknown that will let you be free and soar down the river and be who you want to be

Spring rainbows,
Floating above a canopy,
Made of white.

A bride dressed in white lace,
A short walk down the aisle,
Under cover of white.

Apricot blossoms,
Falling like snowflakes,
Tears are falling on a silvery, rippled mirror.

Blossoms dancing,
To the rhythm
Of a fresh spring breeze.

Welcoming a new spring,
Filled with love and new life!

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Sleep Together with the Flower Tonight
https://youtu.be/AzRQjAi64xk
Steve Page Mar 17

Her's is a heart beat of hope
Hesitant but defiant
Faint but climbing
Gaining a higher hold
Gasping for deeper breath
Crawling into life
Into new born surprise
Shocked lungs shooting cries
Generating joy-deep sighs
From two families
For life

New birth.  New life.

Not everything or everyone is for a lifetime
But for a season
Sometimes you come across them only for a certain reason
Learning is caring, cruel
Knowledge is carrying wisdom to the fool
The personal price is set once you take the risk

"At what price?"
"My happiness."
Breakups aren't that bad

I put on earrings today
the ones with the bronze suns
I woke to a blue sky
in winter

Lipstick on my lips
for the first time in 6 years
I laughed at my old fool
reflection

Sighs and forlorn stares
had long graced my view glass
now a clean canvas
before me

Most tentative, the first stroke
such a daunting liberty
my pallet still holds
all the colors

Could one forget how
to see in the mind’s eye
the shapeshifting forms
of the spirit

Ronald J Chapman Dec 2016

My past is beginning to fade,
Like tears, of cherry blossom leaves falling,
On late spring days.

Beginnings are vanishing,
Endings are shining through frosty windows,
My final destiny is coming closer,

My Angel in Heaven is,
Waiting for me,
To take me home, beyond the stars.

Wondering though the decades,
Never finding love again in this world,

It's been hard living alone,
Always seeing love,
Missing true love,

Never touching love, again.

With Faith, always believing.
The Angels will bring me, back home,
To you, my love.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

*Wax - (Tears Are Falling) [ I Miss You OST ] Korean language Version
https://youtu.be/0NDtHCj2tlk

[English Version] Wax- TEARS ARE FALLING ( I Miss You OST) | Lyrics+Mp3
https://youtu.be/SU6gnvddaNQ
Racheal McKnight Dec 2016

Within me is a being,
That I cannot yet see.
A child growing day by day,
A gift to my fiance and me.

We may be scared,
And we may be stressed.
But we need to work hard,
To give our child the best.

The child may have surprised us,
But I wouldn't change a thing.
Bringing life into the world is magic,
And in a great way, mesmerizing.

Ronald J Chapman Nov 2016

Standing at the front of the cafe on a rainy day,
Waiting for a hot cup of coffee,
On this Autumn day,

Seeing you alone,
Watching the dust of people, flowing outside,
Why is such beauty alone?

I try to hide my smile,
I try to hide my feelings.

Holding my coffee,
I work hard looking away from you;

But, I remember your face,
From a dream long ago,
I can see you in my dreams from a thousand years ago.

The most beautiful site I can remember,
Doesn't come close to your beauty,
Not even a sunrise on a bright blue day.

I hope by letting go of past love,
I'd be able to say hello to you.

How much time have I missed, by mourning a lost love?
What is stopping me from saying hello to you?

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Coffee House OST: Jo Sung Mo - I Will Smile [Korean/Eng Sub]https://youtu.be/5dZ_b-Cd92M
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