Monday, March 12, 2007

empowered by some unseen, dancing memory of childhood......

river and light, the pounding waves.......
yet hidden away, in the soft folds of the meadow's flowers
are the beauties of the field......
pink windows into an angel's wings,
blue, as skies weep for the glory of heaven,
lavender, the colour of a smile, a child's tender heart.
to pick a delicate flower
there i find the tiniest thrones of fairyland
waiting as if empowered by some unseen, dancing memory
of God's garden.
spring and glorious symphonies, my letters find the land of swimming moons
and remembrances not


Ulla said...

Debbie, I hope you are doing well, I am better but still under the weather. I did a post on your classes today - I hope you do well! you deserve it!!!

The Feathered Nest said...

Hi Debbie, what a beautiful poem . . . it has a softness about it that seems to be like you . . . your artwork is so magical! How wonderful that you teach children how to make this precious furniture. I so enjoyed reading your blog, I'll definitely have to return, take care, Dawn

Cori said...

I just stumbled upon your blog. I can't wait to read through the archives. I will be visiting again.

Ulla said...

Debbie, heres the link to the chandelier:
My email is off line for some reason right now... sorry to be using this!