| Reflections ... Digesting words, that were thoughtfully pondered Reflecting my past - I instantly wondered; Why carry old wounds, that are tattered and torn, when each passing day, new love can be born. For love is hate, reversed and made whole a solution that's found, deep down in the soul Opening my eyes, now refreshed by the tears. Hearing words spoken, by others who care Absorbing the joys, and sharing the laughter; I now start my journey, to life ever after. For happiness is sorrow, reversed and made whole a feeling igniting the light of the soul. Awakening my mind, to dwell in the moment; I release the past - with all of its torment Given those options, I’m choosing to live I’m learning the health of that small word forgive. For life is death, reversed and made whole, a knowing that begins in the heart of your soul. And dreams are thoughts, reversed and made whole Sent special delivery from the heart - to the soul . . . © 2004 Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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