Sweet Child

 

Little voice, in a wilderness,

Flames of amber, falling west.

Praying for equality,

Innocence, ever blessed.

 

Whispered song, falling tear,

Open arms, embracing fear,

Loyalty strong, a gentle soul.

Standing alone, but ever near.

 

Grateful heart, peaceful mind,

Forgiving, faithful, loving, kind.

Hope's melody, eternal song,

Sweet child of mine, dancing on.

Slugs Ugs ;-)

 

Slugs hide in daylight under stones,

afraid that butterflies might see,

how very ugly slugs can be.

 

Late at night, the sludgy slime

leaves trails as they crawl,

that shine beneath the morning light, 

so slug can hide no more. 

 

But butterflies do not care, to seek out slimy slugs.

Nor look for beauty by its face,

but only by its love.

 

So slug really need not hide its ugly face away,

It is the trail of ugly lies that shines beneath the day.

 

The New Me

In that place again,

Undiagnosed.

Awaiting unknown.

Symptoms living, living symptoms,

carrying on... alone.

In that place again,

Auto-immunity.

Butterflies and wolves

within me, running with me,

carrying on... alone.

In that place again,

Loving memory

Strong in grace,

in spirit, in ancestry.

Ingrained, deeply... in solidarity.
Carrying on, alone.