The Book…

simple book
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

Historical Questions

The Past and How It Affects the Future

Gone are the days of history…

by Deborah A. Bowman

Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?

Lost in reflection…

Looking back, could I have done something more?

Something different?

Something besides staring at the floor

Covered in needles, adrenaline vials spent?

Plastic wrappers tossed aimlessly

My life shattered shamelessly

But I didn’t even think about me

His body, now removed, was all I could see

I did no wrong

But he was gone.

I bent down and cleaned up the mess

Left by those who took him to his final rest.

 

What’s on the inside?

 

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Are you caught on a surreal bubble?

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

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty in nature

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

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