...And In The Spring

Poem By Theodora (Theo) Onken

She's not really of the corporeal world
Not earthy - nor made of stone
She's more ethereal in her presence
Much as a flower - fully grown.

Ever embracing those in need of comfort
A companion of compassion's loving care
Always searching for those in need
Those who count their blessings will surely find her there.

She walks in perpetual love
In a most perfect place
With more joy than she can contain
Stepping herself into warmth of Spring and cover from the rain.

She walks in hope - with faith as her guide
She's nature's blessing in garden's grown
Her fragrance is as sweet as the wild Jasmine
Always with a deep abiding love of the unknown.

She's butterfly light - in the air
Wings of velvet- black and gold
Endlessly she flies the Spring Tide skies
And disappears with a flutter - we've been told.

Her kisses can be felt
While standing still in this beautiful place
Her tender loving caresses will graze your skin
While your days will be filled with grace.

And in the silence and the solitude
You will always find her spirit there
With peace and love - a gift from her God above
And a garland of blessed flowers in her hair.



By, Theo Onken

March 21,2015

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Beautiful! I feel renewed. Thanks for sharing


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