Day turns to night As night turns to day As it’s always been As it’ll always stay We take a breath in We breathe it out We hold onto hope We’re shackled by doubt Still, the sun will set Still, the sun will rise Still, a new day dawns As we open our eyes
Tired feet shuffle Down worn dusty paths Not knowing where they’re going Not finding a way back To the place, they used to know To a time, they weren’t so tired When the road that lay ahead Was swiftly traveled and admired With a lightness of step On a path barely worn When feet… Read More Tired Feet
A balloon wanders Waiting for a flame To give it new direction A change from where it came What once drifted aimlessly Unsure of where to fly With heat, rises purposefully Across the morning sky This scene of serenity Admired from below Reminds us the simple things Put on the greatest show
As the 20’s were roaring A baby girl was born Joining two sisters She completed the Ryan home; Though Dad Ryan Had always wanted a son He took one look at Virginia And his heart was won; The baby became a lovely girl Her mahogany hair in a braid or two Though Dad had wished… Read More Virginia
Wings… That guide Wings… Of strength Wings… Of healing Wings… Of faith Wings… Of comfort Wings… That shelter When the weight of the world Pushes and holds us down Wings… Promise the lost That we are found
All worries Weigh you down As dead weight let them Fall to the ground; Place all troubles Under your feet And stomp to pieces With a breath of relief; Soon new thoughts Will begin to sprout And live as a canopy Shading self-doubt; A symbol of all That could (and should be) When nurtured with… Read More Could and Should
Twisting and turning Together they drift Tossed on the wind The group does not split As a flock They’ll go where they’ll go But with just one flap Dissention does show There’s one who has chosen To separate On spread wings he’ll fly To claim his own fate
It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead
They say The devil’s in the details But I’d have to disagree I see Divinity in the details The kind that sets you free To see the world as more than Troubles that can’t be controlled Miracles do surround us They’re waiting to be seen and heard In an intricate design On each feather… Read More Details
Jessica M. Collette 
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