Starting Fresh Each New Day

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The keenperception of my soul comes out through the love of nature and the power that guides that nature guides me to share that through love!

Starting Fresh Each New Day


The nature of our life lived in the love we share!
Fresh is the new day, fresh is my love for you.
Days fall and it makes way for a brand-new dawn.
Thought are fresh; from my mind brings feelings
of warmth, like the sun coming over the horizon.
Frozen breath gives way to garden-fresh words in the morning air.
Newly made the friendship with my Maker as I see only
his footprints where I thought only I had walked!
A new novel, fresh from the press, full of garden recipes for the soul.
The original unfaded or worn vividness
when I see the love you have for me in the stories you tell.
Words, sweet as mountain air, are song's cooling water of life.
All make me feel healthy, youthful and energetically alive.
Vivid colors stimulate my mind as the memories from my past
give way to new times in my future with care!
A renewed spirit to look through the eyes of a child.
A new birth rises from the ash of my decaying body.
Inside the old is the seed of new life.
Look within to find your way, starting fresh each new day!

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graceladymn commented on Starting Fresh Each New Day

09-22-2009

As water seeks its level so too does growth, traveling the path at times as a flood that moves upward with the rush of conquering land. Other times it lays low for a bit, seeping in the moistness until once it is parched and must rise building up droplets until it overflows. Sunlight plays its role and becomes the nudge to open wide and call forth the floods until again one lays back and sighs in fullness. We the beginning, middle and endline follow the rhythms of cycles listening to music none can hear but minds of love.

keenperception

09/22/2009

Love, a song I sing, pain my friend who leads me on. Through magic fire and rain my tears and joy come flowing out; sing yet another song to another friend! May we stay filled to the brim!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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