Words from a Good Friend

Bea

A dear friend created this poem for me. Hope you enjoy it.

In a pool of sunlight

Below the limbs of tree and man,

A sprite conjures on the forest floor

Content to weave her magic, blend her love

And wisdom into blue glass vials.

She knows, this sprite,

When to hold a pinch of moonlight

Clenched and when to set it free,

She knows that healing this –

Takes some of that …

But mending what you have and

Do not want, may never change

The pattern of your soul,

Though may remove the veil for

You to see.

Dawn Charlton

Without loving and caring for others, most of us stand little chance of communing with God, no matter how many years we may spend in silent prayer." -- Bo Lozoff