Where Then Could My Hatred Burden
~ (~) The-Sun-rising-growing-high-evolving-in the tender emotion of-the-day, fresh-honey-
dew-growing-wild-shimmering-there-lying on the new blue-morning grasses reminds-me, as-
I-reminisce - cookies fall with Him always landing where they will and so time will forever tell
the story... like the sweetness of the smell of the honeysuckle swaying in the warm Summer
breeze, His love I seek it as though I were dying -
because merciful I know as gentle winds amble along from the humble folds of His hands... my
soul; depends-upon it - and so; I can fall asleep... knowing that in His heart tonight, my-heart-
being-surrendered to-Him, tether tide... I'll always be protected, as I drift away to Him as I lye
my head down safe and secure - amid the eternal light shining down on me from that Mighty
Hill... in Heaven -
as harmony, hope-and-happiness all the joy that love can bring; lilac flowers swaying away to
and fro as the gentle breezes whisper quietly over them caressing them casting themselves-
off-farther-and-farther-aloft a ways-up-higher-down-lower-and-within-them leaning them
side-to-side-then-again across the growing cascade of the meadows rising up to greet the
ascending hills - humming-birds-darting through the sky rising-up-falling-coming down-again-
promenading crisscrossing around-and-around one another hovering together... suckling on
the maple-sap -
soft tender wings young hands blue-bonnet butterfly's-fumbling around fluttering bobbling-
and-dancing about the dandelion patches - tasty buttery pollen-pockets stuck to their tongue -
humble honey bumble bees with their tiny little pouches overflowing with this same sweet
nectar-of life bumbling-on-by-beside-me - and as I see it... the Moon rising high over the
mantis - tonight... I find myself praying - oh if only my struggle for peace were as open, and
my freedom as certain - where then could my hatred burden... ? (~) ~
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