Looking Skyward.

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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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  1. Walter
    May 13, 2008 @ 21:41:25

    Dreamwalker I was with you walking as I read this what fa fantastis poem 
    and message in it for all Thank you for sharing this with us Blessings  love and hugs Walter xxx

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  2. ann
    May 13, 2008 @ 22:16:34

    What beautiful words Dreamwalker . I am so pleased your husband is making a good  recovery . Love Always Ann xxx

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  3. Sweet
    May 13, 2008 @ 22:52:36

    what a lovely poem and very good setiment glad hubby is feeling better love suexx

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  4. Amberlight
    May 14, 2008 @ 02:02:37

    Christ sat down with me at mine table
    and there i heard his loving fable
    I asked, oh lord, where have you been
    beside you each day have you not seen?
    i smiled as i do, i think i always knew
    he just asked cos he likes to keep things true.
    he told me that this world is our heaven
    thats why each week the days add up to seven
    i asked how come it was not more
    he smiled at me and said what for?
    is seven not enough, one more would be a bore
    i laughed, he smiled, every day, seven days a week
    he is with me, i no longer have to seek.
    i look up at the skys, and loner ask all my whys
    no longer do i say goodbyes
    and less do i have to cry.
    each day is beautiful, because its filled with poeple like you
    the lord says that poeple like you are wonderful and so true

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  5. Zeynep
    May 14, 2008 @ 02:21:52

    Maybe it was an ordinary England day for you but it was just like a weird nightmare for me, lol…
     
    You are totally right about smoking. Yes, I am waiting for the right time. If I don\’t give up, the smoking will give me up, lol.
     
    I like this entry. I admire people who can write poems easily. Maybe you don\’t write easy, I don\’t know it but I would like to write poems poems poems…
     
    What an interesting picture the last one…
     
    Love and hugs, Zeynep xx 

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    May 14, 2008 @ 03:37:08

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  7. Teira
    May 14, 2008 @ 04:34:13

    Beautiful….

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  8. H
    May 14, 2008 @ 06:20:50

    Hi Dreamwalker. WOW!!!! WOW!!!! What an amazing poem .. congrats on that! I am glad hubby continues to improve, that is awesome. Glad you lil friend returned too, prolly enjoying the sunshine. Today down under in aus is a beautiful day, sunny and warm. I just got back from a walk down to my local shops from running errands, it was simply gorgeous, and altho I am broke now lol it was worth it, simply to just get out and about and take advantage of the lovely day. Take care, love H xo

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  9. She Wolf
    May 14, 2008 @ 19:33:59

    Ahhhhh Yes my Lurvely Dreamwalker,
    I sure am glad tae be back all healthy once again, whit a beautiful poem you wrote, i really liked that as did mom.
    Mom says she has done that maist of her life, she lurves tae gaze intae the clouds….shhhh….but she talks tae them
    too….hee hee   
    I sure am Waggily tailed tae hear that yer wee hubby is on the mend, please tell him i send a humungous Slobbery lick
    and a Hairy Scottish ((((hug)))), dont get jelous, i\’m sending you one too, juat \’cause i Lurve ye!!!!   Thank you for being
    such a beautiful person and sharing yer poems with us.
     
    Hunners "n" Hunners a Lurve……..Xena Warrior Princess……xXx

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  10. Sheila
    May 15, 2008 @ 19:31:40

    Lovely peom Dreamwalker when I was a child I loved walking in the fields, surrouned by Buttercups and daises,
    I would ask my mum where did they all come from, she said the dear Lord blessed us with these lovely wild flowers my dear.
    Thank you for sharing this one lol xxx

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  11. LiL'Kt
    Jan 25, 2009 @ 04:28:41

    Very true and beautiful poem xxx

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