Old lions steady lope Aware of things imagined Unseen in high grass They seem settled, but their minds Know by heart, giving them speed, Rousing understanding Which youngsters lack. Time-worn lions carry the weight Of pride upon broad shoulders Unwilling to abandon the hunt Or leave the dangerous fight, Protecting who and what belongs Is reason enough for believing And the choice to abide, thrive.
To every woman who has borne a child, to those who have offered hearts of love to children in need of tenderness, you have my undying gratitude and respect. More than anything else, those who nurture children are heroines of the super denomination. God bless every one.
Some said there was not Any way it could work out Too much at stake, about A zillion ways to go wrong, But hope stood by in support. The ideas seemed solid, right, No one could stop what began Not one found, as an also-ran No guarantees but love, delight, Laser-lighted heart and mind. Could it happen? Would it be? Might the practice succeed? Should impossibility thrive? Naysayers did not a defense rally, Many tried to end opportunity. All hours, days, months, years Progress delivered with salty tears, Mistakes, failures, dead stops Such negativity bore down a lot; Somehow creativity survived, a poet Poetry unleashed – becomes the poem.
Prompt: What is your experience of creativity? Is it always cheerful and pleasant, or does it sometimes come when it lifts your mind from depths of darkness? Create something juxtaposing the good and bad parts of your practice.
When tempted only to browse Not close, not truly see One avoids involvement In everything completely. Dandelions are destitute weeds Not delicate creations, beauty, People become utilitarian Not deriving from incomprehensible Depths of dignity, glamour, time. The slant rays limning a vine Do not enchant causing one To desperately pine for a glimpse Of crimson roses sent once Upon a splendid loving time. There is no magic, allure, No precious heavenly divine Each thing is dust fashioned To feast upon with unrequited lust. Slow a bit, look, long linger Over what the world passes by, The silver flicker of sun lighting waves, A raindrop reflecting golden from clover, The wingbeats gentle susurration Of the murder of crows rising Into the cerulean sky as a fierce Beribboned Shih Tzu puppy walks With a small bark and no chase to find. Come, come, be entranced again Let nature, environments, Become the closest of friends, Treasure every person, let Humanity delight, rousing love To light fires of generosity, kindness; Gather hope that tomorrow will divulge The abundant pleasures of happiness Filling each day full-measure, overwhelming, And to God all the glory, gratitude.
Life takes blunders Makes them wonders, Unexpectedly bold Never growing old. Outlining hopes Stowing away dreams, Majestic, it elopes With everyone, it seems. If love presents Passion invents, Solid attraction Complete reaction. Magic starlight Created by night, Willing to change Lives rearrange. Fitful as a straying breeze Consummate wanderers Every experience squeeze Expertly unto the handlers. Creativity aligns Each person those designs Which stand tested in time, Love giving divine signs.