TAKE A STROLL by Mel Martin

I wrote this poem on the weekend when I was unable to go for my usual weekend stroll in the forest…

I am beginning to realize how complex we are, and that a time comes when we can no longer do that which we were once able.

Take a Stroll

Take a stroll

Through the forest of life

As first light of day washes through

Feel its power to renew you

As it cascades like a fountain

 Bringing joy and serenity 

To awaken the trees 

To greet the bracken 

And enlighten all that is nature 

And all that is good

 Alert to its awe

 Listen for birdsong 

The chirp overhead

 As if soars through branches 

Through a golden array

 Silence is silver as a shimmer of day

 Words sacred fill your heart

 Unspoken and yet shaking the core 

Praise and glory fills your ears 

Angels wings lift your heart 

And glide in the haze 

To cleanse all badness away 

Momentarily you are lost 

The wonder of all life fills your head 

Your soul floats along 

A cloud of deepest purple

Guiding you home.

Mel Martin: I and mother of three, living in am mother of three, living in Colchester, Essex, in the U.K, but am originally from Dudley in the West Midlands. I have always loved the use of the English language but for many years struggled with basic literacy skill. I left school with nothing and achieved everything through hard work and determination. I work with children in a high school, which is more of a calling than a chore. I've published books on historical research and five volumes of poetry available here, my latest one is called The Poetry Corner, and you can find it here. You may e-mail me if you like: Pelsallsaints@live.com

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