Looking Skyward.

The weather has been glorious over the last few days here in the U.K. and the warmth of the Sun has also been like the warmth of friendship that my friends have shown here on Spaces..
This week has been even more special to me as not only is my Hubby now recovering nicely, and thanks to all for your well wishes, but also a dear Waggi Tailed friend has returned, whom I thought was lost.. Welcome back dear Lonewolf…..
This weekend has been a busy one, with me working and all.. But today is my day off, and I have made the most of it, catching up on a few chores and my space friends..
A couple of nights ago.. I wrote this poem.. it was sparked off by the beautiful weather.. and it took me back to my childhood, when One could roam freely among our countryside  and fear nothing more than the Cow’s and Sheep that may charge you if you walked through their field..
I would walk for miles, looking up at the sky and talk… asking questons…… seeking and Listening for answers…
Something that I still do today… For I always Look Skyward.. and Know my voice is heard…

 

Looking Skyward.

 

When I was young and carefree did I roam,

Around our Village I would dream alone

I’d walk for miles in valleys of green

With never a care or so it seemed.

 

Escape would I were bird song would thrill

Forgetting all my childhood chills-

Of parent who would lash with tongue

I’d roam the hills in search of song.

 

Finding places in the grass-

To lay my head, a confused lass

Searching high up in the sky

I knew that there was more to I.

 

Conversations in my head

I’d read the Bible and break bread,

To satisfy my thirst for more

I knocked upon sweet Jesus door.

 

And he filled my heart with Joy,

Until this girl did meet her boy

And then in romance life anew

Family life I did pursue.

 

But never in my heart did I

Forsake the calling from the sky

And conversations once again

Did constantly bombard my brain

 

Of what am I? And Why? You see,

Is there suffering in front of me

Several Paths now have I took

But there is one which now I look

 

For all are equal, can’t you see

It matters not what name give thee-

To your maker up on high

I still look up towards the sky.

 

For when I pray, I know he’s there

Our Spirit Father, beyond compare

His loving hand he guides me safe

This little girl, His little waif.

 

For though I’ve grown and have matured

Within somewhere is the little girl-

Who sought his answers from her pain

He talks to me, I’m not insane.

 

So when you think your path is rough

And life to you is not enough

Remember to look upon the sky

As rainbow follows, as storms pass by.

 

We each of us have our cross to bare

Just like Jesus, Crucified there.

But know, that no one is ever alone,

For in our footsteps, ‘He’ does roam.
Dreamwalker

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