Rushing and scurrying feet
No time to dream again.
Soft rushes of breezing wind
Whispering: dream again.
Hearts pounding and rushing:
Won’t you dream again?
Shining and rushing rivers
Their calling: dream again.
Unattended rushing thoughts
Stop and dream again.
Waves rush on sandy shores
Heal and dream again.
Timeless words breaking hearts
Will you halt to dream again?
Rushed wind past passing clouds
Rush and dream again.
Genre
sooooo beautiful!
This was just lovely, Bernadette! I loved the softness of the poem.... It had a dreamy feel to it.......
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine