Amidst the structure Of reality Find a whimsical realm Of fun and possibility; A place to take you To lands far away Or a way to go back To the innocence of yesterday; It’s the magic of imagination That sets us free To be more than this world Says we can be
Though you’ve risen To new heights Remember Where you’ve been Before you once again take flight
Whatever you’re carrying With you today Take comfort knowing It’ll soon melt away
At the intersection Of old and new May this year Excite and inspire you May your choices be wise And your intentions true As you draw the pattern That’s uniquely you
Call me curious As your camera lens scans The farm I call home With birds, goats, ponies and lambs; Nestled in the forest Is our true second chance To be loved and cherished To rest or playfully prance; Across the yard Or tucked in a hay bed At the animal rescue We’re all safe and… Read More Second Chance
Swaddled, he sleeps This baby born in a manger The news of which Entices strangers; To this place Guided by the light From the brightest star In the darkest night; The angels sing On this first Christmas morn’ Proclaiming a newborn king Christ the Lord, is born; On bended knee With bowed heads Rejoicing The… Read More Nativity
There’s an angel On my tree My Joshua You’ll always be; Greatly missed And deeply remembered …Always… Not just in December; In my heart I’ll carry you This holiday And the whole year through
A transparent soul Allows others to see Their truth In lost battles and victories; Stories and memories Etched into place Life’s struggles and triumphs Intricately laced; Into a pattern Uniquely designed On each soul’s face Are smile and frown lines; Honed by time And polished by grace A transparent soul Becomes a cherished keepsake
Comfort in a time of need Encouragement when hope has fleed; Truth even when it hurts Lies in search of new converts; Enrichment for the mind Fantasy that’s fun to find; Spoken through loose lips Written with pen tips; Read before bed Unspoken inside our head; WORDS hold the power To delight or devour
There’s no commotion This time of year For our feathered friends Who’ve gathered near; Islanders Not willing to revoke Their view from above Where they watch townsfolk; Who stay all year Just like they do Staking their claim The whole winter through; Until bitter cold’s gone And warm days return When summer people come Streets and… Read More Islanders
Jessica M. Collette 
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