Empty Handed

These hands

once cupped your face

held you close

in loves embrace…

These hands

worked for years

filled your needs

wiped your tears…

These hands

ache sadly

now all they hold

are memories…

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Spirit…please sing..

Sing to me with fragile notes

Sweet easy to my ear…

Sing to me with healing tones

My heart has need to hear

Gentle sounds to fill the space

Replace my mournful tears…

Sing to me a tender breeze

Erase these clouds of fear…

Sing to me kind Spirit

Let your loving Light appear…

A Welcome Sight…

A welcome sight to weary eyes

On this cold dreary night

So grateful for your company

Tonight I’ll hold you tight…

You take me places far and wide

Within your pages I can hide…

You’re such a welcome sight

Tonight I’ll hold you tight…

Perhaps you’ll take me to the stars

The worlds beyond will now be ours…

Can’t wait to take a look

So grateful for my books…