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The little urchin sat by the sea watching the waves splash
no parent to watch him no rules to obey, just a big old sea
He survived on wild berries and fresh catch of the day
half crazed with heat he wore nothing but skin hide

A little roe deer depleted by summer, lost but not found  
no rescue mission in question for this child, un-abused  
He was raised by wolves in the thicket of the forest
respecting nature he ate what he caught with bare hands

A feral one with matted dreadlocks and eyes like sea glass    
moved like a panther with stealth, as he surfed the shore
first human contact was made by a fisherman on his arrival  
it took years to build up the trust, but eventually he spoke.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
Dear Daughter,

Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an Olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you.  Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race.  Yes, even you.  

Dear Father

I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you.  My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore.  I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.
Summer scintillating  with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath  
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky  
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the    
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above.   Please send me someone to  
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!  

Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,  
Veering towards each other, echoes of a long forgotten past are heard once again  
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.
Hope is a light by the window, it glows
a lit torch of doting, it never dies
Biding its time on the wings of love's throws
its a matchstick of hope when one cries

Hope is a lantern that hangs way up high
a cresset lamp at the edge of night
Rising and soaring like an eagle in the sky
it is always present and never out of sight

Hope is a feather that floats in thin air
an eider down, for the crest fallen heart
It aims to restore with gentleness and care
it cherishes and delivers, a fresh new start.
I am in love with
the world that God created
there are no phones here
© Mystic Rose
I want to reach the stars of heaven
wanna touch the moon for you
I long to hear the sound of God
wanna listen to your voice
I want to be just where you are

I need to feel the pulse of Angels
inclined with heart and soul your way
Claiming love and all that is brave
inside my soul, it's you I crave  
I want to be just where you are

I yearn for one more day with you
one more kiss, one more hug
As the hourglass pours out sand  
I hold you in the cup of my hand  
Wish I could be, where you are.
"Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions, I definitely know"


I can hear the chiming of my soul at large
ding **** clang it goes all night and day
Cinderella in a pumpkin carriage
no glass slipper in this lifetime's array

I can feel the earth beneath my bare feet
it is the foundation of my courseted life
bound by body but not by soul design
I can shapeshift and loosen all my strife

I am made of flesh and bone but spirit too
so when it comes to lifetimes I can have a few
this outer casing one day I will surely lose
as I recall the moves of my everchanging pews

I am zealous and devout carrying much clout,  
but when I shapeshift, I always find another route.
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