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Oh How Thy Soul Doeth Weep

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Oh How Thy Soul Doeth Weep

Oh life of many branches

My base is weak

And my bark is scarred

See me swaying

Back and forth

Stretching my limbs

Out to you for in hope

My task for the day

Will not go unbroken

To feel my strength

Fall swiftly to the ground

And as I look down

Through falling tears of leaves

I see blackened twigs

That were once so strong

A part of my whole

Crumbling in front of me

Oh hear me my mighty

Fortress, don’t shame me

This way let me do what

I am put here to do

Let me shine and provide

Shade and comfort

To the ones who

Come near me

Let the gentle rains

Seep into my thirsty soul

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Terry Shepherd

10/31/2013

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The New Day

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All is quiet. Al is in his recliner. A few smiles have been seen tonight for the first time all weekend. He is dry and I have time to dream. I reach out and touch the stars draped over the heavy darkness against the universe.

One brightness I swore winked…

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The New Day

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All is quiet. Al is in his recliner. A few smiles have been seen tonight for the first time all weekend. He is dry and I have time to dream. I reach out and touch the stars draped over the heavy darkness against the universe.

One brightness I swore winked at me. I wrapped my fingers around it only to open my hand and find it empty.

The platform boards beneath the place I sit squeak with history, excited to be trod on once again. As I sway gently to and fro to the beat of the rhythm of the crickets I feel my soul warming to the peace surrounding me.

My heartbeat slowing down as if it was a speeding train now coming to a slow stall. Eyelids feel heavy and as I close them I can see visions. Calming waves gently brushing up against dry land. Boats purring along the waters and people wave to me, announcing their appearance.

Deep air feeling my nostrils being given to lungs in need of enrichment. Clearing out the junk that has distorted my thoughts. Smells of night air crisp and clean enhance my brain, causing the shortage of dead cells to be tossed to the skies and replaced with new emotions.

I turn around and look in my windows. Seeing the candle flickering on the table where I had last sat. Its soft glow casting shadows on the walls making me realize I am never alone. For where ever I visit and what seat I rest in, life can be good.

A new era is awaiting for me. Giving new opportunities for which I can choose to accept or delete. A new day, a new sun, a new rising. I smile dances as a ballerina upon my lips  as I sit here in peace, looking up at the stars. I give thanks for my challenges I faced today. Lessons I have learned.

I get up out of my seat and the boards stop creaking beneath me. The crickets are hushed. The world is standing still. All are holding their breath as they wait to see what I take from the new day.

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Picture It & Write Oct.14th, 2012

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Innocent is what she was. A little girl living in the hollowness of the almighty tree. A child that had been dropped off by some unwilling female who did not have the guts to turn the child in to the proper authorities, instead left it here in the forest for nature to rear and nurture this life.

A child of innocence, who learned a special language. A language taught from the wild life who lived in the depths of the circle of shadows and branches. Animals protected and leaves kept her dry. Sunlight filtering gave her eyes to see the beauty surrounding her.

Words that can only be recognized by nature would spill from her mouth, and the branches would scoop down and lift her into their arms providing love and support. This child wanted for nothing and now as a teenager, she was naive to the outer edges of the world. Love and peace were her vocabulary. The animals were her friends, and there was no hate to be recognized.

She did not need much food as the berries and the fish from the nearby stream fed her. As fires for cooking would be seen in the darkness of the eves, trees would bow down to her, forcing breaths of winds to circle around and go else where.

As she was gently lifted into the sleep of the  nights, deer, and rabbits, and a fox or two would gather around her and keep watch until dawn, and then scamper into shadows of the land, waiting until needed again.

To live a life with no pain or sorrow, to be innocent of the foul play that intertwines our lives, to love all and to  have no jealousies, is a life that many of us would be envious of. The mother that left the child to fend for herself, actually brought to life a creature like no other.

 

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A writing exercise completed for Ermilia. Thank-you for this opportunity to expand my mind.