Mother Nature
I say goodbye to my beliefs
That bring about such tides of grief,
That wrack my heart with sorrow’s word,
As though a child had not been heard.
I lay to rest that child of mine,
To let it dream of things divine,
While I remain on this fine earth,
Until the time for my own birth.
A cloth of love I weave for those,
Who still adorn their magic clothes;
Who in time will come to see,
Those very reasons there are to Be.
A mother of ideas to come,
As I was child when life was young.
I say farewell to pastures old,
And feel the warmth of nature’s hold.
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Published by Maria a.k.a. Bess/Ishaiya
I am an artist, photographer, writer, singer-song writer/musician (pianist), Silversmith/Jewellery Designer and Intuitive. I speak various languages. I am currently retired and continuing to be a student of life. I have three children. And generally speaking I am very spiritual - I also have a very sarcastic and sharp sense of humour... I am what I am and my life's challenge is to 'Know Myself' (so far I'm doing ok with that). I also love coffee passionately. There is so much more to me than all of this, so sit back and have a little read and perhaps you'll discover something new, not just about me but about you too ;)!
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