Life is the Tree 5 comments

Friday, December 31st 2004, by Marissa A Spencer Photo.com Ian Britton "Blossoms" may you all be blessed in the new year LIFE IS THE TREE The clouds hung with gray marbled margins They wept as the winds swept the streets The sun burns above and beyond them A constancy of forever, eternity, blessedness Until I knew the trueness of a loving heart All I ever saw was the dark, lonely coldness How our perceptions foul golden reality And lead us unto endless paths to nowhere The love showers down upon us all And we, and I, shunned it and cried bitterly Where is my love, where is my love? Where indeed; for it was always there In reaching out, opening up, gathering in Love, joy, peace and plenty come again For our realities are of our own making Be then mindful, where your reality lies Those clouds will part into sparkling light You will be filled, gently sated and loved Peace will be your companion always You will see the truth and make it yours Life is the tree laden with precious fruits You will not have joy if you only look down When all you seek is the wasted ones on the ground You will never see the blossoms and the sky. © December 31, 2004 Marissa A Spencer

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