Power | Living Gracefully

Nature’s child

By Karen Scott 2 Comments

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Young, the man
Who’s seeking to belong
Brave, the spirit
Moved by nature’s song

Memories, echoes
Of a long forgotten place
Move, with passion
Power, strength and grace

Now, unsettled
By the harried throng
Tear-kissed cheek
The pain won’t last too long

Long, the shadows
Sun-drenched afternoon
Take heart
The moment will be over soon

Retrieve and own
The splendid power of youth
Be tempered by
Your own Eternal Truth

Pure is white
Not fractured light
Essential fine and calm

It is the Truth
Of Spirits whole
Of Ones who cause no harm

Of Ones who see
Eternity
Is written in the Soul

The blessed
And the knowing
Sharing all that makes us whole

By Karen Scott 2 Comments

Woolly pods containing life
Held upon a curling thread
Reaching this way bending that
Waiting patiently to shed

Green-brown casings peel away
Pop and fall and scatter free
Pretty poppies now emerge
Petals unfurl, colour spree

Nature’s potent pacifier
Cast your spell, entice a daze
Just a little dangerous flower
Paper-thin your petals blaze

Brightly coloured heads are lifted
Boldly face towards the sun
Colours rich in vibrant shades
Brush strokes from the Gracious One

All power comes from One above
Nature’s precious gifts enfold
Songs of Beauty, Strength and Grace
The silent power poppies hold