This simple, yet complex poem, played on my heart-strings, because it is so true.
REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL
When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
Found on Pinterest on 6-11-17. Saved from meetup.com. Darkfire. Magic & Mysteries.
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.
Then just within the gate I saw a child,-
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
“Come in,” he said,“and play awhile with me;
I am the little child…
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“I’m the little child you used to be.” My goodness!! Beautiful poem, Karen.
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An exceptional poem Karen. Sometimes we need a reminder of who we once were.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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What a beautiful, poignant reminder…thank you for sharing this lovely post!
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This is a beautiful poem!
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Yes and I was so happy to reblog it! Just beautiful!
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