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Clerical Collar
Clerical Collar
Shining love and joy they stood
on a stony edge of a forest road,
almost falling into the deep ditch.
I stood looking at them in awe.
Clerical collar and wild Bluebells in harmony.
Exuding peace, I even saw a twinkle;
So easy we could pass in hurried life,
pass the blessings along the road.
I continued with glow in my heart
understanding how all living can sing.
Sing the praise of being here and now.
© miriam ivarson
C o u r a g e
C o u r a g e
This Poppy talked to me
About giving, about courage
as it made its home in a crack in a wall,
which surrounded a church.
A village church
800 hundred years old, so I am told.
The brave Poppy seed liked the warmth,
the peace and the sun.
Found enough earth and settled down.
Now, here I stand and feel deep harmony
as the Poppy’s fragile petals gently move in the breeze.
Its joyful colours smile.
What light it brings.
© miriam ivarson
HIDDEN WINGS
Hidden Wings
This morning as the sun arose
I saw a little bird fly in,
blessing my garden with its grace.
It fed among flowers and seeds
without hurry or greed,
leaving enough for the friends.
Suddenly he hopped up to my patio door,
turned his head side to side, studying me;
I was feeding too.
I could hear him tweet, you can also fly,
your wings are hidden within.
Just trust and you will rise;
Higher each time.
I tried this once before, when I was a girl,
I thought my arms too thin, no wings at all.
Now I wonder, does he mean my spirit wings?
Could I soar and dip and swing
if I trust the wings within.
Why don’t we all give it a try.
© miriam ivarson
Oceans and Seas
Oceans and Seas
How you enchant me, bewitch;
With your song so powerful and true
at times whispering sweet
at times roaring with incredible might.
This day you decided to play
Orchestrate every pebble on a shingle beach,
As each wave rolled them towards the shore
then withdrew, returning again.
And again, and again,
hypnotizing and bewitching tunes.
Today you were playful, I was grateful
as this was my first trip out, in a year and a half;
The joy to meet again was beyond words.
With your friend, the wind, you can cause
Hurricanes, tsunamis but also gently roll,
Tickle my toes along the surf.
I love you ocean and sea, thanks for still being you,
Powerful, yet kind.
© miriam ivarson
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