BrigitteWhoa

The flowing branches of the weeping willow sweep down from the heavens to tenderly graze my cheek. Looking at the willow, I ask, "What do you weep for, Willow dear?" There came no reply. I move in closer to kneel at her base, the base which fuels her beauty. Again I ask, "What do you weep for, Willow dear?" Silence followed again. I rest my head on her roots and slowly close my eyes. Taking a deep breath, memories flood my delicate mind; pictures of war and violence, of orphans left to fend for themselves, or innocents being used. Thousands of voices echo in my ear, praying for everything to be okay for once. Tears well up behind my e

3-10-09 We are at our best and worst. We are at our darkest but also our brightest We walk with God but we lay with sin We preach honesty but we breed lies We love with a passion but we hate with the same fire We honor our fallen but we belittle our live. We pray for our prosperity but we wish failure on others We are harsh but we are also kind. We are gentle but we are brutal to an unnatural extent. We are alive but we are dying inside. We are who we think we are and who people want us to be. We are contradictions unto ourselves.   We are at our best and worst.

12-4-08 Spring time comes on happy sails Delighting Nature to the Kore So skies are filled with joyful wails. New life is, of Nature, bore. And Nature sprinkles delight around Sparkling like her daughter's eyes And so fades to Summer, a waiting pass Although Nature dotes on time And does wishes wholly for it to last So time is lovingly spent in it's prime. And Nature holds her daughter close Keeping her in her sights. But fall's to Autumn on a quick fleet Frightening Nature's very being And so things begin to sleep That life becomes e'er so fleeing. And Nature prays on borrowed hours Praying in vain so solidly.