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
What’s inside and what’s ouside?
Sure makes for a tumultuous ride!
What is up and what is down?
As you’re spinning all around
Looking inside yourself through a surreal bubble
Are you okay? Are you in real trouble?
Or have you split in two?
I think the dilemma is that you don’t know who…
You are … when you face yourself enclosed
In the psyche of another, the other
As the bubble grows…
Grief is like a rose
Be warned of the thorns
We find ourselves lost and alone sometimes
We don’t know how to cope
But that which combines
Beauty and hope
Can calm and heal the mind
Strength lies in the beauty of nature
We are never alone when we allow God to nurture
I want to apologize to all the wonderful people whom I have not seen their blogs in the past few days, few weeks. As soon as my sight returns, I will have a field day of catching up!
With empathy, Deborah A. Bowman
Thanks to photographer George Becker for the amazing cloud cover above…
The world seems like such a big place, but social media has brought us together to touch each other’s lives
And what have we found out?
We’ve found out that we’re so much alike … We guide; we strive;
We laugh; we cry; we dream; we scream; we follow our own route…
But now we know we’re not alone
We never were…
It doesn’t matter our age, youth or grown
We all want our voices to be heard
That’s all…
We know someone listens if ever we should fall
Or celebrates with us when we stand tall
