Thursday, June 25, 2009



REFLECTIONS

I caught a fleeting glance
of seasons i once knew,
to soar on wings of eagles
to sit and worship you.

They came so slow
and fleeted fast.
They did not stay,
they did not last.

Was it me? Or part of me?
Or someone I once knew?
For now she sits with empty eyes,
and longs to look at you.

This empty soul once danced and sang,
where has she gone now?
Is she hidden deep inside,
waiting for the magic hour?
When once again she'll see your face,
she'll glory in your power.
Listen, and you'll hear her weeping
in the midnight hour.


4 comments:

Deborah@ The Painted Nest said...

BARB THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!SO NEEDED IT!!!! THANKS~~~Blessings sweet lady, Deborah

Deborah@ The Painted Nest said...

Barb are the the Barb from Or. that just won Posy the pincusion!!!Better take a look!!!~~~Deborah

Silver said...

Hi Barb! I'd just visited all your 3 blogs and strange.. I did not see my pic in your following?

Have a wonderful weekend, dear ;)

~Silver

BarbaraJean said...

Beautiful poem BJ. I haven't been blogging much for awhile... since Mother's Day. Not sure why... just felt like I needed a break from everything. Ha! Life gets too busy sometimes and you can't get away from certain things, like work. I think I ran out of energy and just needed to rest in the Lord. Then I hurt my back and HAD to rest my body... so, back to blogging. Hope you are well my Friend.