From the Heart
The strongest of relationships grow along side each other, together, whilst at the same time recognising and respecting each other’s individuality. Seeing and believing in the free spirit of those you love is a gift of love.
~ Liza
Luck would have it this also fits the Daily prompt word together
Wondrous wishing well, lend me your heart,
The love that you share, I don’t know how to start.
Wondrous wishing well, show me your depth,
So I can find deepness, before my own death.
Wondrous wishing well, teach me charity,
So I can give kindly, without thinking of me.
Wondrous wishing well, how much will it cost.
To restore my souls brightness, before I am lost.
Mother Earth so fragile, yet she lives another day.
Amazing how she does, when treated in this way.
She is really quite amazing, soft is not the word.
That she keeps on turning, is really quite absurd.
If we treated her with kindness, like she does for us.
She might repair the forests, without making any fuss.
She may put on a nice new cloak, protect us from the sun.
Preparing land for abundant crops, enough for everyone.
Mother Earth is fragile, we have to treat her well.
Mother Earth is getting tired, it seems only time will tell.
The fragility of being, a fundamental truth
people break as well as hearts, they do not only bruise
The soul so very fragile, with so much of life unknown,
shatters into splinters, when real love is not shown.
Life can be so fragile, like the petals of a flower
Make the most of what you have each and every hour
Allow our differences to blend and give birth to a new and greater understanding
~ Liza
Sitting quietly in the garden, taking the beauty in.
A symphony of nature, captured peacefully within.
The dances of the butterflies, the sparrows on the bough.
A wonderful concerto, that’s how nature takes a bow.
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And so the light is fading, the winters drawing near.
The summer sun is dimming, the days are not as clear.
I’m thankful for my summer, the joy along the way.
And now the winters drawing in, shorter are my days.
With winter comes warm fires, dying embers in the grate.
Like memories that fade away, even now when I’m awake.
But I’m thankful for the days we had, the joy along the way.
If only the summer sun would wait, for just a few more days.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white tails shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the sea’s again for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.
I must go down to the sea’s again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gulls way and the whales way, where the winds like a whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks over.
~ John Masefield
This was my step fathers favourite poem, it was read by my nephew at his funeral. He had been in the Navy and told many tails of his travels. Before that he piped the ships out to sea as a piper. His father had spent a lifetime in the Merchant Navy and the sea was in his blood. After he died my son told me he felt he had gone back to sea, I agreed as that is where I see him.
There is something about the sea that draws me, I’m drawn in all seasons but I do love the power of the waves crashing against the shore. The sea takes no prisoners, we are at its mercy always and should respect its presence.
I hear the term ‘living on the edge’ is associated with those that are drawn to the sea and in some way connected with madness. If that’s the case I’m okay with it as I am ruled by the elements, the brightness and warmth of the sun, the influence of the moon and tides, the power of the sea and the beauty of nature.
I walk to the sea when I’m unsure of myself, confused or melancholy in a way. I let the wind blow through my hair and the salted wind whip at my face and it puts things back into perspective for me. I realise I am just a very small part of this huge universe and everything will work out as it should.
The powerful ship moved purposefully through the water. The ship travelled through a sort of canal with buildings on each side, crashing and breaking the boarders of the land, tall houses falling in its wake. It reached the sea and rose high before it charged towards the waves as if in battle. We were as much victims of the ship as the seas in which it sailed, caught in its depths and awaiting our fate. The ship crashed to the left and its passengers fell and crashed with it. I grabbed my yellow sailing jacket, I knew we were in for a rocky ride, I wanted to be prepared. The last thing I remember before I woke was that I could not tie my shoe laces in preparation for the journey ahead.
I sat up in bed and looked around, heart beating and catching my breath. I wrote it down, I wanted to remember for the morning for when I woke.
This morning I reached up to the shelf for my dream book before preparing coffee. I hadn’t needed to see my scribbled reminder, it was still very clear. Without looking I knew that rough seas couldn’t be good, that in my dream I was prepared or trying to prepare myself was something, but I felt it might indicate a long ride ahead. That the ship was big and strong gave me hope, because although it was throwing me all over the place it gave some protection.
The dream dictionary told me ships are an augury of profitable ventures, however a shipwreck portends to a situation where you will have to defend yourself. The dream book directed me to look up ocean, it said that in any dream the condition of the water and weather must be taken into account. The water and weather had been horrendous in my dream. Rough or stormy water is a warning that real courage will be needed to overcome your obstacles, just what I need at the present time!
I have one hope though as the book suggested an ocean voyage predicts a lucky escape from an irritating problem. I guess I must have got on the ship in the first place to have hung my yellow sailing jacket.
Any other interpretations out there much appreciated 😉
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