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Streams of Life
“Streams of Life”
Silent streams flowing
Quiet dreams rising upwards
We journey on this rough flow
Riding over rocky, ragged rush
The hush of Hereafters moving past
Whispers wisdom
As rafting leaves sail by
Coursing over slate and stone
The old pain blanks out
And becomes …
Something else,
Wonderful and profound …
The sound lulls you – calls you
To a newly wakened state …
Elate in the discovery
Love’s spirit seeks us all.
Peter Bowie 2006
The Rose
The Rose
Born on a cold and stormy night,
Frozen air, wild winds, and fire's pain,
Hiding under the blanket of flashing stars,
Knowing fear, sorrow, and nothing sane.
The turbulent river to the East,
The jagged mountain to the West,
Growing day by day, watching quietly,
Carefully hiding inside what is best.
Wishing freedom, to run and play,
Not to be the wisest or prettiest,
Just to show the garden, her colours too.
Time goes by, trampled by the blind,
Struggling to stand straight and tall,
Silent tears to wash away the aches,
Bestowed on an innocent heart so small.
Then one day, noticed, dug up and moved,
Given love and a new reason to be alive,
Through a frosted window, the garden gone,
Peter Bowey 10/02/1999
Born on a cold and stormy night,
Frozen air, wild winds, and fire's pain,
Hiding under the blanket of flashing stars,
Knowing fear, sorrow, and nothing sane.
The turbulent river to the East,
The jagged mountain to the West,
Growing day by day, watching quietly,
Carefully hiding inside what is best.
Wishing freedom, to run and play,
Not to be the wisest or prettiest,
Just to show the garden, her colours too.
Time goes by, trampled by the blind,
Struggling to stand straight and tall,
Silent tears to wash away the aches,
Bestowed on an innocent heart so small.
Then one day, noticed, dug up and moved,
Given love and a new reason to be alive,
Through a frosted window, the garden gone,
Peter Bowey 10/02/1999
In Spirit
IN SPIRIT
Walk with me
through this tiresome worn out world,
at least in spirit
for I am tired of walking alone.
Lie with me
through the long and lonely night,
at least in spirit
for I am tired of lying alone.
Love me
In this wounded torn world,
at least in spirit
for I am tired of not loving.
Share with me
the constant yearnings of my weary soul
which IS the spirit
for I am tired of being unknown.
Whoever lived that loved not at first sight
Whoever Lived that loved not at first sight:Christopher Marlowe
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
The Presence of Love
The Presence of Love: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.
Let me not to the marriage of true Minds
Sonnet 116: William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
One Day I wrote her Name upon the strand
One Day I wrote her Name upon the Strand: Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Silver: Walter de la Mere
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Slowly, Silently now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Crouched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by;
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
--Walter de la Mare
Friends are like Angels
Friends Are Like Angels
Our friends are like angels,
Who brighten our days.
In all kinds of wonderful,
Magical ways.
Their thoughtfulness comes,
As a gift from above.
And we feel we're surrounded,
By warm, caring love.
Like upside-down rainbows,
Their smiles bring the sun.
And they fill ho-hum moments,
With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels,
Without any wings.
Blessing our lives,
With the most precious things.
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-- Proverbs 27:9 (NLT) "The heartfelt
counsel of a friend is as sweet as perfume and incense." --
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