Cherry Blossoms
I sit in the midst of
A storm of pink petals ~
Fluttering down from
The cherry trees
Across the way~
A whimsical breeze ~
Threads through the
Branches ~
Pulling the fragile
Blossoms ~
By the
Thousands ~
In its wake ~
And I’m transfixed
And enchanted ~ and
Longing for more ~
Moments like these ~
Lurk around every
Corner ~ invisible
To all but the
Watchful heart ~
For it is through the
Eyes of the heart ~
That Truth and
Beauty are discerned ~
As I truly am
The stars call out my name ~
In alien tongues I don’t
Know how I understand ~
The sickle moon smiles
Down on me ~ and
Dawn is hours away ~
Accountable to no man
While I sleep ~
These hours are mine ~
The only time I can
Be truly who I am ~
A work in progress still ~
Clay-footed when my
Soul desires to soar ~
Yet I press on ~
My progress may at times
Seem nonexistent ~
But I keep the flame of
Faith alive ~ through
Every trial that besets me ~
For I have learned
While on my journey ~
That God ~
And the Universe ~
Help those
Who help themselves ~
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