Though he knows not what Tomorrow brings A joyful tune The songbird sings If not for him If not for her Perhaps, for some It will deeply stir A dormant wish In a sleeping soul Of a tomorrow That will not stay That’s, instead, the start of Better days
They fell like the rain Steadily tapping on the roof Racing down the gutters Puddling on the earth Dirt became mud Heavy, sticky, and thick Building slowly It poured down quick They fell like the rain The tears on her cheeks Slowly absorbed By the pillow beneath One last tear Warm, soft, and thick Building… Read More She No Longer Wept
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
The honeybee offered And I said yes To pack up my troubles To carry my mess One after the other He packed them away Covered each with pollen To make sure they’d stay Upon his legs As he warmed up his wings When he took flight I heard him sing, “Today’s problems Will be tomorrow’s… Read More Something Sweet
On paper wings She flies Touching flowers Touching sky And when she grows tired In her fragility She waits on the wind To lift her, to guide her To where she never knew She always needed to be
The whole world is broken Let’s give her a hug And send our prayers up to The One Above Who will kiss our foreheads Bandage our hurts While holding our hands For better or worse Until all is not broken
Do you see the landscape Desolate with snow, Or do you see the landscape With an ethereal glow? Though the ground is frozen Growth has begun Spring flowers are born Of snow and sun
Signs of spring are in the air So, let’s shed winter’s cares Let’s wash them, fold them Hang them out to dry And with a bit of luck Away, they’ll fly
Jessica M. Collette 
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