Tenderly, tenderly
listening to Spirit
whispers on the breeze
now that the gale forces
have passed
and it’s quiet at last.
And what I hear
I do believe
the times have changed
the past I’ve grieved
and new times are surely
awakening
now.
Begin again my life somehow
let it be free and peaceful
ever constant Love
surrounds
and inspiration flows to me
to see the forest
and swim the seas
to know indeed
where I will be
as I surrender naturally.
Come tomorrow and a new day
joy is here
it has come to stay.
(Written with the small
black feather from a New Holland Honey-eater on September 28, 2014.)
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