Tended.
Shade her spent tears with green.
Cast a cool shadowy pattern of leafiest salve over
over the burnt-out condition of her
barren pasture and over-worked feelings.
Let compassionate breezes
drift around present doubt found in her mind,
sow gentle seeds on past-scarred parts
and let healing start in her broken dreams.
Make her a garden of peace.
Watch her heart blossom and as confidence grows
in a true caring love welcome her wary
responses as newly-found trust increases.
Her growing ground once freely
flourished and tended it can be flowering again
with weeds of betrayal uprooted and
cleared those hard rocks of hurtful deceit.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2019 02:22
- Comment from author about the poem: This picture called out to my pen and the words almost wrote themselves.
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Comments8
A good write Fay.
a great first read of me day.... and true
ANGELA HERE (nearly Midnight !) Love the picture ! It is ME searching the skies for BA flying my BRIAN back to me again (OCTOBER !) Ahhhhh FAY : how Precious & Sensitive are we Ladies ? We need to be restored each night as we slumber away : our burned out feelings ! We give out so so much LOVE in all we do ! We do need sensitive breezes to restore our Dreams ! We do need Peace & caring Love ! The gardens of our life do get overgrown with weeds with the pace of life : but with much TLC we can blossom in the Morning ! My JOB requires a Healing Touch and Female Physios bring a cornucopia of TLC to the JOB ! BUT we do need to be Spiritually : Mentally & Physically restored at the end of each day. I need someone to give Me a soothing Aromatherapy Massage : AMEN !
Thanks for your Poem : thought provoking at the
close of the Day : Blessings & Love & Peace
Love : ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
For a Lady deserving of love - beautiful write dear Fay.-
May she feel again the compost of adulation as the muck spreader of good fortune makes fertile her bed.
You have a way with words....well done Fay!
You have planted a garden of hope, her her and others in her shoes.
May that flower bloom into the beauty as shown by your words Fay.
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