"We are not alone" The profoundness of
this statement can only be understood standing still.
Sacrifices made and the significance lost
in time. To destiny we will drink, be merry for our time is not
yet.
For now we must wait in the desert of
today, while preparing the world of tomorrow. The vision is near,
and our time is short.
Within a technological expansion of a
burgeoning platform of a futuristic vision, there lies the heart of
nature, forever beating, forever waiting.
Mesmerized by the senses, disarmed by the
charm, and clipped by the cliches.
One cannot deny the strength of firm
hands. Nor the infinite wonders that lies within them.
The elements of life is continual change.
What was promised then, may not be the reality of now.
Within a world of confusion, we find some
solace as we search within for peace.
Memories are often made and lost in a
moment.
Reflection upon a past, as lived
today.
Time, time, time, all we have is
time.
Some people travel "the hungry road" only
in search of fortune and fame. Only to lose their way by taking the
scenic route.
In silence there is a resounding
reverence amidst the chaos.
There is greatness in the renewal of the
spirit.
It is at the spring of the day, during
the morning hours, we can feel Him move. See His wonders, and know
He is near.
As the possibilities of life opens, know
the value of dreams.
The journey begins with the awareness of
self.
The journey continues with the knowledge
of self.
With common threads we bind
spirits.
Binding whispers of the past with the
dreams of the future
Feel the rush, the refreshing taste of
Nature as we ease away from the accelerated pace of
life
A lost generation, searching for meaning
in a fast paced materialistic world. Admist the illusions,
confusions, and the rage of alienation, they search for
hope.
Consider the concept of watchers,
overseers of the earth. That have been silent sentinels since time
immortal. They watch, and watch, and watch....
An empty kitchen, sunny and bright. The
seasoned smell of breakfast inviting you to come in. The breeze
blowing through the window, causing the colored curtain to dance, as
if in a silent trance
The struggles of modern
life
It is the late night hours that we begin
to see our true selves and draw strength from above.
Celebrate in the wonders of nature. Revel
in the shadows of the clouds as they prepare to nourish the wanting
earth.
This poem is about embraceable warmth
crying touch me. For pen and paper is only the desire of your
thoughts, when expressed within the written word. Forever knowing
that together you feel the power of love's eternity
PARTNERS IN POETRY
By
Sonrisa & Wayne Norman
Written by Sonrisa and Wayne
Norman
Written by Sonrisa and Wayne
Norman
THE POETRY OF
CHRISTMAS
By: Jacqueline Bailey A.k.a.
Sonrisa
It is this time of the year where the
gathering of family and friends create the warmth of seasonal
memories.
We are once again reminded of the
awesomeness of His Love.
Short Stories and Magazine
Features By Jacqueline Bailey Aka. Sonrisa
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