I am a church – honest and spiritual.
I have been a shack - small and fallen to the ground.
I am an owl singing melody in the night.
I have been a mouse – shy, retreating and silent.
I am the greens of a forest on a hillside.
I have been the black of treacle in a jar.
I am an apple tree bearing fruit and in blossom.
I have been an oak – dying, all twisted and knotted.
I am a spring day, coming to life.
I have been a thunderstorm, scared of myself.
I am the iron of a girder – strong and upright.
I have been the porcelain of a cup, chipped and cracked.
I am an eagle soaring bold through the sky.
I have been a wren - tiny, hiding away.
6 comments:
Inspiring, Becky, and beautiful. I may have to print that out and keep it handy for 'THOSE' days.
Hugs to you, my friend.
Thank you, Tequila, and what an honour to have you use it as inspiration on 'THOSE' days :o) That is the highest compliment of all.
Hugs to you too.
Becky.
I know I've said it before but I'll say it again - you're a very talented writer, Becky! That is a beautiful piece of writing :)
Thank you so much, Dawn :o)
Fabulous Becky
Thank you, Wife in the North :o) It's great to get your response to this.
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