The soft glory of being

January 16, 2017 TheFeatheredSleep

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The deers are not likely to come by this time of year

too cold for them exposed in cleared field

each morning she strained to see

not wearing her glasses incase they were not real

bidding magic requires another kind of sight

would they?

turning like red figures against thimbled alabaster

washing through low winter light

emerge long enough to reward

the little girl who stayed up nights

she believed then in miracles

and the warmth of hands

enclosed on winters sleep

revealing moments of pleasure

for drousy children to wonder at

the soft glory of being

23 thoughts on “The soft glory of being”

Reiki hands provide lots of warmth and dreams to live by!

Thanks for the vision.

Thank YOU so much for reading! ♡

I agree♡♡♡

The soft glory of being…perfection.

Reading this evokes sweet remembrances of innocence lost too soon.

Thank you so much my friend xo

my pleasure! xo

You’ve captured the picture above and turn it into a poem of glory and beautifully spirited. 🙂 Sister, I love you…<3

Thank you Asmov – you too brother. xo

You welcome… You make us poets feel safe in the wonders of our time. 🙂

Pure exqusiteness topped with a nugget of the profound in “the soft glory of being.” Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

Pure poetry

And yet in her heart remains the young lass, still braiding flowers in her hair…

Beautiful, Candice

Thank you. This was akin to a hymn or meant to be as I wrote it in my mind.

Peter you are right. Forever that person inhabits the soul as long as she roams. We cannot undo who we are, we can only stretch further.

Like wings of a butterfly emerging from metamorphosis…

There she is! I thought long and hard about your post of yesterday and the courage it took for you to post it. I applaud you and it’s another reason I adore you my friend.

Thanks my sweet friend. I borrowed your last line in my post today, #1339. And I wrote the post with you in mind. I had an epiphany while I read a comment of yours on another post I had commented on. I hope you will read it and understand what I was trying to get at. Love and hugs, Natalie 🙂 ❤