Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
"For Becoming My Friend""lately I have developed a tremendous itch to write, I even dream about it. Writers are popping up all around me, with different levels of experience???
"Happy Trails" & "Happy Writing"M/C Al
By the coil in your ring, I see the moon shinning the shadow of your tree.i am in the process of exposing your poems into a pyramid.
best regard of you! kiss
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Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
David Sparenberg
18 July 2009
"Happy Trails"
Hippy Al
in this environment, when the tree flowered, dont hesited to call to rest under its shadow
we need rain so it would be much more abundant arrogated to water your tree and at the same time herds of Malal puulo
Hippie Al
i come to water you tree but your are missing.can i do it without you?
I have the shelter in your peace.
best regard of you! kiss
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Happy new year dear friend and God bless u and your family
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