I tossed the moon into the bin.
I threw the stars away again.
It all came back.
It had no end.
I pitched the poems in the fire.
I threw away the ancient lyre.
Before I woke it had come back,
All universes on one track.
The loves I lost,
The hates I felt
Were there among Orion’s Belt.
There around the newest child
Were ancient sorrows growing wild.
I scooped the newest starlight up.
I drank the oceans from my cup.
I watched the seeds fall into earth.
The rains poured down into rebirth.
I sit and watch the words go by.
They never touch the evening sky.
I sleep in shades of midnight blue
Awaiting God, awaiting you.
Vicki Woodyard
This is so beautiful Vicki; made me want to pray.
I love this one, Dear Heart.
So very beautiful, Vicki, and truly touched my heart.
DEAREST VICKY – my God how rich, my God how beautiful. What a precious gift to us readers. It is so NICE to start the new day, within your spirits melodious wisdom-birds, flying, enriching the inner skies. My JOY and GRATITUDE is all for YOU 🙂 Say hi to your dearest son – and thank you again and again – for all you do!!
From spring-awakening Switzerland, I send you a bouquet of our first fresh flowers – thinking of you….