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Mary Scott Poem
I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace
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Mary Scott Poem
What can the light give us?
The faith to start
The courage to impart
The clarity to define
The energy to realign
The power to discover
The wisdom to uncover
The vision to seek
The strength to keep
The curiosity to inspect
The culpability to resurrect
The discretion to know
The motivation to grow
The passion to reveal
The permission to heal
What can the light give us?
Infinite altitude
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Mary Scott Poem
Then truth must become a resting place
For my soul
When my thoughts scatter
As ripples upon the sea
Created by pebbles
Tossed carelessly
When my heart bruises
As fragile as wings of a butterfly
Ripped and torn as by a child
Just passing by
When my feet are tattered
As painful as a soldier’s wounds
Yet he still struggles to stand
From dusk to noon
When my head is bowed as Atlas
Who was compelled to carry the weight
So even the heavens mourned
Because of his plight and his fate
Then the truth must become a resting place
For my soul
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Mary Scott Poem
I love you this day without condition
Or revision
For no reason
For every reason
For your tears
For your smiles
For all that you are
For all that you will become
For yesterday I loved you forever
For tomorrow I will love you eternally
I love you this day unconditionally
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Mary Scott Poem
Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak
And seal his fate
Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored
Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity
Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of eternity
And secrets
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Mary Scott Poem
Dear Music
You search for me
And stretch my soul
To explore mountain summits never imagined
You touch my wounds
And navigate the pain
To discover a sacred space of peace and healing
You kiss my fears
And nudge my secrets
To chase formidable currents down a noble river
You collect my bliss
And scatter my joy
To soar exposed without a need for concealment
Dear Music
You search for me
And you find me
You'll always find me
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Mary Scott Poem
I was speaking to a friend
She said nothing had changed
But her eyes revealed
That nothing was the same
I stood looking at my friend
I had known since just a child
She indicated with her hand
That we should sit for a while
I was sitting with the friend
Who had stood by me through thick and thin
I tried to dismiss my feelings
But misgivings pushed their way up again
I felt anxious for this friend
Who had gifted me her heart
It was a lifelong friendship
That could not be torn apart
I respected the silence of a friend
A sibling from a different place
Regardless of the voiceless dilemma
Our friendship would survive unconquered and safe
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Mary Scott Poem
We hear the music of life
And we are compelled to dance forever
We dance to the lyrics
Of falling snowflakes
And to the rhythm
Of swaying trees
We dance to the harmony
Of birds in flight for winter
And to the song
Of the honey bee queen
We dance to the tempo
Of deer frolicking in the meadows
And to the count
Of the woodpecker’s aim
We dance to the pace
Of the king of the jungle
And to the beat
Of the copious rain
We hear the music of life
So we are compelled to dance forever
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Mary Scott Poem
The summer breeze lapped at my hair
Firmly yet gently lifting each strand
The warm caress of the sun
Brought happiness to my weeping skin
My lips parted as laughter
Freely trickled down my chin
My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet
As I began my evening walk
Abruptly I tripped and fell
Soberly I looked around
For the object of my humility
And found myself gazing into my own eyes
I had tripped and fallen over myself
Fighting to regain a composure
That proved to be elusive
I stood and faced myself
As I continued my evening walk
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Mary Scott Poem
Curveballs come and they go
They exist in mere
Fragments of time
As they test our consciousness
And stretch our faith
They provide us with an opportunity to define
Who we really are
Curveballs come and they go
They are not meant
To rip us apart
As they challenge our focus
And strengthen our hope
They provide us with a fresh start
On a journey of self-renewal
Curveballs come and they go
They rouse within us
A defining change
As they lift our perspective
And expand our goals
They provide us with a range
For our dreams
Curveballs come and they go
They refine us so that we
Extract the best
As they raise the curtains
That lay bare our souls
They provide us with the tests
To emancipate our hearts
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