Poem -

A Sunday + some thoughts

you speak of gods
I have them too
though perception is all
and hence then no two
are alike

and I will tell you now
of how mine are 
they are mortal born
and never far

my guiding lights
my loves and dreams
they are gods to me
and all that means

but I think I know
of what you speak
for sometimes when
my moon is high 

and stars are lit 
I hear a call
think, maybe this,
is god and all

M ~

 

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Shirley Harrison

Beautifully put into a poem dear Marion, we all have our own and it doesn't matter if doesn't look like someone else's because it's our own, a very bold and beautiful thought. 🌹

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Marion

Hi love...I sometimes think we spend too much time looking for gods in the wrong place, in the end its all about family and loved ones isn't it...hugs x

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Lorna

Hello Marion,
this has a really positive feel, loves and dreams are the things we hold close 
brilliantly done
lorna xx

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Marion

Hi Lorna, thankyou so much. Sometimes we search the wrong places for gods to love.. hugs xx

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The fish of the sea

You write in a way that's uniquely you, and never fail to disappoint. Really enjoyed this one Marion, as always I hope you are well!

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Marion

Thanks so much Max appreciated x

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Neville

You know I'm with you all the way on this one don't you M .. and maybe even then some .. x

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Marion

Thankyou then...for being with me...
it gets lonely sometimes searching alone in the dark. Hugs x

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