Tidbits of Thought

Discomfort, distress and darkness beckon—

me to keep the gloom alive in hopes of finding solace in my verses of doom.

I feel a “physical changing” as my spirit reaches up

to the sky.

The nature of melancholy cannot find sustenance in

the garden of life and Love, and Light…with

figures speaking silent works of Hope and

Wisdom and Serenity.

One day I will converse with the figures in the garden.

Copyright © 8-31-89 Amy L. Allison

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By the grace of dawn

without a care…

a Presence, I’m aware

lingering on the lawn.

It hovers with dew;

creates prisms of light-

an effect so bright!

the sparkles of hue!

On bended knee, I look at the ground

and up at the sky above:

All around me is powerful, never-ending Love,

so endearing, without a sound…

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