Snow nestled in silent hills
Silence in the frozen chill
Awake to the dawn of a wonderland
Beneath a sky painted by nature’s hand
Your whispered breath on the window pane
Mist of tears in your eyes gain
Momentum, then fall in heaves and sighs
You want to share the heightened emotion
But all that you see is your own devotion
He would have loved the snow
For he had no where to go
Now he dwells at heaven’s door
Asking nothing, feeling the cold no more
Deborah A. Bowman
My resolution this year is steeped in sadness
I want to return to the living in gladness
I want the pain and tears of rain to lessen
I don’t want to do any more second guessing
Reaching beyond the veil to touch your love
Is not the way to express what you dream of
Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
Angels dwell among us!
All I see are brick walls enclosing me
Suffocating, restricting, imprisoning me
But on magical, misty nights
When the moon is bright
They fade away and disappear
Revealing wondrous new worlds near
And as such, I reach out and touch Divinity…
Deborah A. Bowman
Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. 2018 was just such a year for me. But dwelling on the past has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is. So whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! These are the hardest words I have ever penned.
That said, I know my strength is in my writing. I chose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck! The same to all of you!
So much more than blank pages!
Open the page
Let in the light
Let yourself gaze
At all that is bright
The wisdom within
The happiness it brings
All the places we have been
Fit for Queens and Kings
A book is magic
On every page
Harmony and wit
Divine, wondrous, sage…
Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor
How do you say goodbye
When you choke on words through tears?
Nothing much left too say, so why try?
As the end of 2018 nears
I must say goodbye again
Forever and always to the end.
She walks in magic shimmering, glimmering…
Sparkling as a rare and blessed jewel.
Her power is in her eyes, simmering
On the brink of knowing, a coveted tool.
Take her wisdom and her magic
Into the New Year, the new dawn
Where things may be tragic
But her knowledge will cease all wrongs.
I can see her majesty and destiny.
The feminine divine,
by Deborah A. Bowman Stevens