ABOUNDING TREASURES
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BELIEVE
Born with gifts
All of us.
Yes, YOU,
And you,
And you.
Treasures,
Abounding treasures,
Spilling over the top.
The pirates’ prized capture.
But these treasures are yours.
They belong to You.
To you,
And to you.
There was no battle,
No pillage or plunder.
,
We are gifted
From the beginning,
The very very beginning.
A voice.
An imagination,
A skillful hand,
A desire
To create,
To shape,
To give birth,
To bring to the light of day
The magic,
Your magic,
Yes, YOUR magic.
Sad
How early on,
Very early on,
Too early in our Springtime,
Our treasure is pushed back
Down
Into the womb of our soul.
Dismissive eyes,
Scolding voices,
Stiff cold arms,
Icy hands,
Terror-able sayings.
“You’re nothing.
You’re nobody.
I don’t see you.
You’re in the way.
Don’t cry,
Don’t lose your temper,
When I hurt you.
Take it!
Silently.”
When the time comes
To love,
The most precious gift,
Lying dormant in our soul,
We cannot give.
Wake up!
Dig,
Deeply.
It’s there,
Yours to give.
Everything else
Is just stuff.
Stuff we’ve collected
To survive.
Our quirks,
Our quocks,
Our defenses,
Our contolling ways,
All stuff,
Hardly the treasures
Of a Spring time
Long ago.
Please,
Believe
In a new Springtime.
Share with him or her
Your magic
Your treasure.
It’s never too late.
Never too late.
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Our treasures?
"Share with him or her
Your magic
Your treasure.
It’s never too late.
Never too late." I like that
...but sometimes I to wonder, seems the more time I spend alone the more I get used to it and the more I think about being with someone else??? Win or Lose it is Life and how many more years are left?? your guess is as good as mine...God Bless :O) Hugs G-Ma
P.S. Love the photo :O)
Sometimes when we wander across the vastness of the web we run across words that have and hold meaning. Today I was roaming about, and I ran across your words. I want to thank you for them, for spilling them over the pages, encouraging and beautiful.
Thank you.
Blessings,
Laurie
beautiful words very encouraging.
Spring is one of my most favorite seasons...The birds are happy and life is returning after being asleep and every once in awhile I must awaken my soul to what it is thursting for..Each day new and so every day can be Spring..if we choose. LOved the article Vern
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justom Level 4 Commenter 18 months ago
It's 20 degrees and snowing here Vern, which makes it hard to think about Spring :-)seriously though while I never give up it sure seems hopeless. The older I get the farther away the possibility of finding another love gets. I've blown it 3 times so if happens again great but I ain't holdin' my breath ('cause I'll turn blue). Nice work. Vern Peace and Love Tom