As the fall morning dew
deepens into rain…
I want to be in love with life again
I want to be more “insane”.
I want the freedom of day
To manifest a song.
I want to read poetry out loud.
I want to sing along.
I want to stretch into the hills
To lay on the mountain forest floor.
I am grateful for all the blessings I have…
But this morning,
I want more.
I want to give my joy to you,
Wrapped with a feathered bow
I want to let my heart-strings
Sing, and I wanted you to know.
Photos Jasper National Park Sept 2008 MaryHelen Ferris words Sept 2013
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Recline, repose, rejuvenate,
are all great things to invigorate
the physical body.
But, me, I want more.
I want to dream adventures
deep on the forest floor.
I want to sink beneath the pine.
I want to bask in cedar.
I want to be so refreshed…
(That I can hardly wait
to tell the cleaning lady,
I don’t need her).
I want to be so renewed
that I can do it all my self.
But in the interim,
I will rest
and put my ego
on the shelf.
The winter winds blow dark and cold,
I must admit that I am growing old.
My spirit is not that of a quitter.
I have been, oh , so blessed,
by my angel baby-sitters.
I have loved ones, and friends
whose love surround,
as I bask in the love
of the light and sound.
I truly love to recline,
rejuvenate and repose.
I have chores on the morrow
which I have to dispose.
I am the dreaming poet.
I am so very blessed
throughout my life.
I am coming now, beloved,
to be thy dreaming wife.
Storms and trials cannot persuade me
to leave the shelter of your love.
I am loved,comforted, honoured, protected
while storms rage up above.
I am safe in the shelter of your love.
Although the learnings, and the yearnings
can have me tempest tossed…
I am guided and protected in the shelter of your love.