Before me stands a Goddess of grace and beauty. Her skin is soft and strong. Her gaze beams love and timeless mystery. I long to sit in her story. She offers her stead and cushions my step as I wander her dreaming forest.
Story by Little Drum
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Today the Trees are Singing
Today, the trees are singing
they are calling for my heart
The wind is pushing gently
on my sorrows
"Let them go" the giants whisper
I watch the wind fly through the firs
I hear its whoosh and cry
The call to heal and honor death
And fill my lungs with her sweet breath
I raise my arms
An act of Faith
And cast my grief into the sky
Story by Little Drum
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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