Skies of Blue
Keep your eyes on Skies of Blue Where peace reigns And dreams come true Where troubles float On clouds of fair weather Away, away, away They’ll go together As day turns to evening Stars shine through Glimmers of hope in Skies of Blue
Tag: Peace
He’s Santa Claus
His red coat is tattered His boot soles have holes He isn’t feeling very merry He’s coming down with a cold He’s getting on in years He’s 1,752, to be exact He’s weathered and worn His sleigh is packed His night is overbooked His reindeer are fussy He hasn’t checked his list His sinuses are… Read More He’s Santa Claus
First Christmas
May your Christmas be Merry and bright As bright as the star On that first Christmas night That pointed those Wise enough to seek To the savior sent To fill the weak With joy and hope Faith and love Our Holy Miracle Sent from above A gift of peace For everyone
To the Arms of Morning
Bathed in silence Tucked in a bed of peace Caught while falling asleep Carried in dreams To the arms of morning
Pulling Weeds
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
The Warmth
It’s a cold, cold world Even when the temperature is high So, wrap yourself in the warmth That only peace provides Let it radiate and spread Outward from inside In hopes that one day soon It’ll push the cold aside It’ll melt hearts It’ll open eyes
Love and Light
We love to go for walks with our dog at a picturesque hiking trail featuring old-growth trees and a scenic pond. This photo is at the end of the path underneath a bridge overpass. Back in January, it was reported on the news that messages of hate were found in this area. They have since… Read More Love and Light
Amen
When your head hits the pillow Don’t shed a tear Send up a prayer For only God’s ears Close your tired eyes Clear the worry from your head Let the blanket of peace Tuck you into bed Tonight, and always With thanks Amen
Naturally
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
River Rock
I held a river rock In the palm of my hand How it got that way Was hard to understand Oval-shaped And smooth all around Jagged edges Were nowhere to be found Cool to the touch And solid in my palm A feeling of serenity A sense of calm As quartz crystalline Sparkled in sunlight… Read More River Rock
Jessica M. Collette 
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