Mother’s Angel Mist
Whisking soft peaks of peace
Whisking soft peaks of peace
Wisdom my lyre-bird rain-forest folds love nature’s dream of cream-time soft deity pops silver-seal crown of bottled-hope purity
Snuggle-snug nighty knight reads in faraway lands walls shook worlds crumbled out from the tumbled magician’s sword whirls two angels unfurl
In divine realms child you’re never-forsaken a welcome home lands one rose comforting pillow top-vanilla meringue
Blizzards now magic feather-down kisses whisking curls of peaceful innocence a promised new birth to the curve of my lung
“Come” said my-wild lay armour down on my glassy hour my humming-milk flower in petal-drift found — mother behold loving sun
Heavenly mist drips heather’s tender compassion forgiveness prayers for burning of cradles arise sun’s dancing peacemakers
Turns sixth petal door family adorn climbing ever-rest mountains earth’s emer’ld jewel island arch rain-bows bridge evermore
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt, and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” — Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
🪶For a world united; look to the precious jewel of innocence at the heart of compassion to come home to peace & stabilityღ
I will write peace on your wings and you will fly all over the world — Sadako Sasaki
If we are to teach real peace in this world we have to begin with the children— Mahatma Gandhi.
Jaylee, Reign — with a wilderness heartღ — thank you for readingೃ⁀➷🙏🦋❧ ©, 2022
