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Michael Wood Poem
Mind racing,
quiet, quiet.
Sleep now,
quiet, quiet.
Rest child,
quiet, quiet.
Gentle hand,
shhh, shhh.
I'm here.
shhh, shhh,
Reassuring,
Sigh.
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Michael Wood Poem
small creatures stand and knock
parents in shadows watch Jack's toothy glow
dreaming of good times past
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Michael Wood Poem
Sad that no one enjoyed them while they were full of life
Maybe the florist who made them enjoyed them while she put them together in the vase
Maybe she hummed or sang a quiet song to them as she handled them with care
Did they turn towards her as she walked away?
Did they long for a soft touch or a sweet breath as if she were their caring mother?
Did the florist know where they were going?
Would she have put so much care into their arranging if she knew they would end up
here....alone?
Perhaps they enjoyed the sun as it shone through the window pane
As they slowly gave away their glory
Perhaps the birds in the yard remarked at their beauty
I will believe that they served their purpose in being in this place at this time
If for no other reason that to give me comfort as I dream of their journey
Perhaps a lie but I choose to believe
Copyright © Michael Wood | Year Posted 2010
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Michael Wood Poem
Can you remember?
It wasn't long ago.
Do you still feel it?
Can you hear their voices?
It's important that they know.
I was where they are,
and in ways still am,
but His grace I discovered,
and now am compelled
to tell them all,
but even more than that,
to show them His great mercy.
That's the place I dwell,
the place I live,
the place I belong.
Copyright © Michael Wood | Year Posted 2010
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