A hand … reaches
Pandora’s last hope, in open palm.
It’s all about love and peace,
she taught and, teaches still
tho’ her stone is mute, cold.
her thoughts are there in the ether now
in up and downward spirals.
On repeated prayers and gasp of air
which leave and then fan outward.
Become yet more ethereal strings as
butterfly wings which set
leaves on the bough to tremble
from anticipated thrill
and then traverse through living veins
sending welcome shivers to the brain
from that translucent touch.
Eyes are windows to the soul
I saw yours in those pools
can I forgive, again.
Would I have enough right stuff to become
another viable tower of strength
when I’m so tired of it all.
If I am love…
Somewhere deep within
(where I store my book of days)
through the endless nights
One day I may write
that yes, I forgave you
on a silent, Autumn breeze.
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Some thoughts on how Mother Teresa helped influence our world
and some other thoughts wanting to be said.
It is not about being submissive nor, weak.
Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCL1V
Poetry Pantry #62
I forgive you for leaving
when you promised me you’d stay
The tapestry of destiny was
woven to this day
For me to see all the colours
that have enriched my life
the laughter and the joys
the sorrows and the strife.
I forgive you for the painful path
I have walked along.
I forgive you for the heartache
my soul has touched upon.
I forgive you for so many things
ask, that you would do the same.
In the quiet strength of meekness
hold my head up high
turn my cheek, again.
© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved
Shared at Friday Night Writers (Forgiven)
And Poets United Poetry Pantry #56
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