Muses are real
Like angels defending
Whose promises feel
Fulfilled and unending.
Impossible deeds
Make way for a blessing.
Obedience leads
Through trials caressing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Lillian is hosting.
Muses are real
Like angels defending
Whose promises feel
Fulfilled and unending.
Impossible deeds
Make way for a blessing.
Obedience leads
Through trials caressing.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Lillian is hosting.
It’s that one time in a million when my neurotic intuition is right that worries me.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Five lilies bloomed beside the road
Where Thomas walked today.
On leaving home, his well-worn load
Of worries went his way.
One lily orangish in the light
The breeze began to stir.
His mind was darkened by some night.
He did not look at her.
Two others asked him softly why
He thought he had to go.
Though dreams are hard to modify
Forgetfulness could grow.
Martha knew why he was gone.
There’s nothing she can do.
What’s done is done. Life must go on.
One lily knew that, too.
The last reminded him there’s joy
Beneath the sorrow’s shade
To water any lonely boy
When sunlight wants to fade.
The water comes from everywhere.
The lilies drink and shine.
The faithful sun shines here and there
And all can claim he’s mine.