She gathers.
She does not question
where it must go.
Someone will come for it.
That is all she must know.
She sings.
The song is not of this world.
It floats on the breeze.
It touches Soul.
She cooks.
Conjours up great delights.
A soup will feed the traveler
Coming in the night.
She serves in silence.
A part from the world
She once knew.
She gathers, sings, cooks and serves…
With love right back to you….
And then she dances.
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To those times from long ago…that still leads a heart into captivity, and whose rhythms still mesmerize bringing spirits to dance within that eternal flame of love! Beautiful poem…dear sister!
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Very beautiful indeed! The video was just the right added touch:>)
Thanks kindly when I lived in Grande Prairie, in Northern Alberta, this group impressed me a lot……appreciate you kind words
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