Sunday, November 19, 2006

The Eternal

How contentedly thou forage on
through paths of trees ungiven
to find a place where noise is gone
a place beside the river
And none shall seek and none will find
what passes through thy lifted mind
great revelations, so to aspired
by all the wise ones throughout time
From thou, they flow to root's connect
and then disperse to waters teeming
much greater, much without defect
to thy capricious, gentle being
And though the eons do descend
thou ashes flung to ripening sky
forever whisper, round the bend
eternity grows in woods nearby
-Amanda Hiland
Sherwood, Oregon

The Happy Place

Mornings delight is present with the laughter of children.

Streets are full with the pitter-patter of little feet
that are out and about.
Each home with a gift on this street! Many seeds with many sprouts!
Laughter and joy fill the air allowing the child in you to cheer again.
Little hearts pound with excitement from all
that is complete and
genuine.

Streets are full with the sounds of our own innocence,
many screams with many shouts.
Little lives engaged with the will
to thrive on this street, not one
with a glimpse of doubt.

"The Happy Place" is what I see,
a place of comfort that carries us back
to where we've already been.

"The Happy Place" holds many things!
The warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
"The Happy Place" holds many memories.
The face of authenticity is what this child's smile brings.

"The Happy Place" is our gifts in the world
from a most precious child.
Genuine smiles that at once give this world
some truth with our most
pure honesty!

-Anne Rice

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Broken

by Rachelle Arlin Credo

Dreamlike silence shrouds my sullen world
With loneliness keeping me company
A feeling of dejection creeps inside me
As a moment of mourning shares the tearful reality

I find myself in solitude
in the vast expanse of immense emptiness
Queries overflowing, wailing and wondering
for things still left unspoken

All the things turn out to be
bleary, bleak and dreary
As tears trickle tenderly
Knowing failure has come my way

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