Owls and Orchids

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In a meadow green

Locked in beside a stream

Sunlight smiled a dappled beam

On butterflies whose colours

Made a brilliant sheen

Ringed about by stately trees

Of Beech and Oak, Rowan and Sycamore

Standing guard upon my recumbent form

As I gazed into a glittering dawn

And whiled away the mellow hours

Dreaming dreams of colourful flowers

Which grew abundantly in this glade

Of purple and red, yellow and blue

Altogether they made a rainbow like hue

Until at last the daylight dimmed

The moon arose, the treetops rimmed

In silvery light of gossamer threads

Breaking through the canopy above my head

And still it seemed I slumbered on

The voices of my Spiritual friends,

Guides and Angels, Faerie folk and Elves

My loved ones dear, they whispered here

All night they softly murmured along

Lifting my spirit with their colourful song.

Hatred and violence, horror and war

All left behind a now shuttered door

My soul replenished, my spirit recharged

I re-enter my life filled with laughter and light

Taking my sanctuary within me

Filled with rich colours and spiritual light.

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“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”    ― Pierre  de Chardin

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We each find the ways and means to replenish our spirit, to find the gossamer threads which hold us to each other in this world or the next.

You are welcome to share my spiritual haven. Like minded souls are always welcome.

Blessings.  Susan x

© Susan Jamieson