To live a well balanced, rewarding life of our dreams by day and sleep restfully at night.
Warmth of the evening,
enfolding me.
Relaxed.
Just being.
Nice to have no more duties,
No more cares.
Just being.
Light.
Care free.
Oh warmth of the evening,
Amazing what you do for me.
Thank you.
Oh, to just not have a care in the world-
To sit and be still or
float away up high
and far…
to places where
responsibility and stress are unknown concepts
and the only important duty
is to be, JUST BE….
Yes, to travel to this place
would be a gift to behold-
a sacred blessing of time and space.
Can such a world exist?
Dear Cares and Worries,
You need to vacate for a while so that I can take my vacation to
my carefree locale for the evening.
If you cooperate,
I will give you my attention again tomorrow.
Thank you,
Debra.
Old Oak Trees Standing Strong
Arms reaching out and
up towards the sky with
gnarled hands and twisted fingers
canopied by moss and leaves.
Even the soft lighting and shadows of the day
can’t hide your age.
What stories could you tell,
Wise old friends,
of fallen soldiers and drunken parties in
grand mansions halted
forevermore by the flames
of war?
You’ve witnessed times of peace, prosperity, destruction, and
then peace and calm once again.
You were here long before me
and will stand long after
I am gone.
What would you like to say?
I am listening.
(An original verse by me, Debra. I was inspired by my recent visit to beautiful Savannah, Georgia. Enjoy!)