Under the tangles.....deep
in the hidden garden
of my soul.....there is
a bloom
of irridescent golden,
with the scent of love
folded within the petals,
a bud, wating to be plucked
and treasured.
One has to diligently
search......to find it,
and only
the most brave dare
to venture
into my secret garden,
passing through shadowy places,
pulling aside the thorny
branches,
lifting heavy green leaves,
to peel away
veils of shadows,
clearing the gloom.
Only I know that deep within
my golden blossom is
a treasure...more precious
than rubies,
more lasting then time
itself.
From my mouth
the dewdrops of love
to moisten
parched lips... dry,
cracked from life's worry.
Carefully, my garden
has been tended,,
watered, nurtured ....weeds
cast out.
The ground tilled and
made fertile,
whilst waiting for
the right gardener,
to enter and claim the treasure,
the rightful heir
to my fortune .....of love.
Kay Elaine Ekwall
copyright July, l999
Innocent, brand new.....
the children
braving the world.
Torn from our warm
watery beds
brought forth into a place
of strangeness, of coldness
of expectations
of what we should be.
Hearts filled with hope
of love, of caring
trust
crushed again and again
from lack of understanding
of what life will hold.
So, the innocent become
not...
so innocent,
naivety changing places
with discouragement
and loss,
and yet....in that moment
of loss, begins the search
towards enlightenment
and renewal
of love.
Kay Elaine Ekwall
November 20, l999
You and I
are so different
and yet....
we love and support
each other.
Only God knows
why
those who are
so different,
came to be together.
I think
that we have
learned from each other,
Don't you?
It would be so sad,
If we hadn't.
Kay Elaine Ekwall
