Untitled
What heavy thoughts hath bent the backs
Of women long in years?
Whose hands have touched mortality,
through veils of blood and tears!
Who battle at the very gate of birth and death combined
And tug from life into this death, a being so sublime!
So, blessed are these royal guides
Who glimpse the heavens lands
And set among us one more soul
With brave and wizened hands.
And lest we grow too cynical, and so we won't
forget...In Genesis 4 verse twenty-five
our priveledge and fates are set.
What awesome powers or miracles wrought
could stop this march of man?
The child unborn, the sigh unheard
and the hush of this world
bereft of such hands.
Jane Arnold
Copyright ?2005 Jane Arnold
True Friends
Friends are like the autumn leaves
Wisely scattered 'round..
No need for you to watch your step!
They've covered all your ground!
And any way you choose to look,
They brush against your face,
And fill you with the colors of
their warm and loving grace.
Jane Arnold
Copyright ?2005 Jane Arnold
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------