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Sandra J. Spring Poem
This Feeling, Hope
This feeling I have is so strong.
This feeling I have is so sure.
This feeling I have can’t be wrong.
This feeling I have still endures.
After all disappointment and strife,
After all disillusionment deep,
After sadness, depression and sighs,
Still, back it relentlessly creeps.
This feeling is ancient as time,
As certain as winter and spring,
Dependable, radiant, kind,
Eternally warm, embracing, and
This feeling is simple indeed
But priceless beyond all compare.
Hope is this feeling in me,
A hope all humanity shares.
Hope is a healer of hearts.
Hope is a master of dreams.
A lighthouse illumining far,
In spite of how near
Darkness seems.
Copyright © Sandra J. Spring | Year Posted 2011
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Sandra J. Spring Poem
My home lies under a path
Where seagulls fly.
Standing in my high kitchen window
With no shutters, shades or curtains,
I see them,
White feathers brilliant in the sun
As they glide over,
Some seemingly on a quest,
Some simply enjoying the feeling
Of being able to soar.
It is no accident that I live here,
For we both share the same spirit
Of a wild bird,
With the same need to feel
Air rushing beneath our wings,
To be unhindered by
Things bound to the Earth,
To follow with trust
The clear path provided
By the Universe
That leads us to our destiny,
A path only we can see
Standing in my high kitchen window,
I soar with them.
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Sandra J. Spring Poem
A wide expanse of fresh blue-gray,
A subtle shift in hue at the horizon,
Feathers of white foam line the shore,
Footprints in blonde-brown sand,
Breezes passing cool over waiting skin,
Being inhaled through nostrils
Grateful for the gift to breathe
Another moment.
Sun gently glowing – deciding not
To blaze today,
Deciding to be softly bright
And invite the gazing eye
To look upon it.
A day of quiet pleasure at the ocean,
To be framed in the mind,
Held with the senses,
And brought back when there’s a need
For Simple Peace.
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The sun, bright on ocean, beams
With effervescent shimmer.
Gentle wavelets drift to shore
To greet the sand's soft smile.
A gaze through tree's green rustling leaves
From hills above the scene
Does lift a life like seagulls' wings
On hues of tan and blue!
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Sandra J. Spring Poem
How ?
How do I start a new life?
I’m not sure where to begin,
When the only thing I’ve depended on
Has suddenly come to an end.
What will I do with my life?
How do I plan to survive?
When the sure thing
I knew I could do
Can no longer keep me alive.
How do I live on thin air
That only can support my wings?
Of course I can glide on currents, high.
But now how do I pay for my things?
How do I keep a roof over my head?
How do I feed the things that should be fed?
How do I turn those big dreams into bread?
Well, when all else fails I sing.
I Sing-in my Love.
I Sing-in my Peace.
I Sing-in belief in Myself!
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Sandra J. Spring Poem
It Feels Good
It feels good to pay the rent
It feels good to pay the bills
It feels good to have some food
To eat ‘til I am filled.
Feels good to walk down streets
Breathe air, to greet the sun
No longer stuck inside
Desk-bound
“It” now feels fun.
It’s so good to leave behind
A life no longer true,
To walk by mission’s light,
The work I’m meant to do.
For a sure a price was paid,
Less cash to hold-in-hand.
But that loss was replaced
With Freedom!
Now I stand
As heart-light warms my face,
Hope-wind blows through my hair,
Remembering why integrity
Is the cloak I choose to wear
Copyright © Sandra J. Spring | Year Posted 2011
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