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Julie Singletary Poem
Looking up, I search the indigo sky...
she covers me like a beautiful inverted bowl
sharing marvelous currents of twinkling lights
glistening in a tangled mass of silver.
And I know all the while there are others
looking up - gazing into the same indigo colored sky.
They too, search for meaning
as the clouds, driven by an unseen mariner
whisper gently to the indigo colored sky.
Yet, far beyond the moon and stars,
heaven floats patiently hoping love will
envelope humanity in an everlasting peace
under her beautiful indigo colored sky.
Copyright © Julie Singletary | Year Posted 2006
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Julie Singletary Poem
Absolute bravery,
compassion, dedication,
everlasting forgiving grace.
Healer, indeed justifying Keeper,
lending mercy not oppression.
Providing quiet rest,
shepherding tenderly.
Understanding.
Victorious!
Wondrous,
`xactly Yahweh.
Zealous!
Copyright © Julie Singletary | Year Posted 2006
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Julie Singletary Poem
She’s stubborn, this watcher of mine and
she fights hard to win the battles
she wages in my mind.
Her victory comes when I shrink
away from the words
that fight to break free.
Yet, she looks at me with scorn
when I give up and walk away,
but isn’t that what she wanted?
She delights it seems
in planting seeds of doubt that seem to
grow wild and rampant.
Convincing me my words are nothing
except foolish, childish dreams.
“Who would care”?
She asks with contempt.
“What if you’re right”?
I scream at her.
As she turns to walk away
she looks over her shoulder
and softly replies,
“What if I’m wrong”?
Copyright © Julie Singletary | Year Posted 2006
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Julie Singletary Poem
Frightened and deserted
his tiny dappled white spots trembled -
hidden `neath the tree.
Scarcely alive
while all around songs of new life filled the woods - he waited
hidden `neath the tree.
Left to die, his soft dark eyes
like pools of blackness
stared out from the shadows - resigned
hidden `neath the tree.
Ever so gently lifted up
enveloped in warmth, the foreign scent of rescue and the sweet flavor of hope as
he burrowed his tiny face in my neck -
When I found him hidden ‘neath the tree.
Copyright © Julie Singletary | Year Posted 2006
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