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Posted on December 15, 2015 at 5:05 AM Comments comments (4016)


She chattered like a little bubbling brook

Young Lover’s Love, found such a joy had she

To share her heart with every breath she took

As her Beloved listened, rapturedly


 

Young Love grew big and learned to listen well

Beloved too had many things to say

Together countless stories they would tell

She promised it would always be this way


 

Young Love grew full with day to day routine

Too many moments passed with words unsaid

Then crying when she saw how long had been

And wondered why it happened once again


 

Young Love grew brave and gave up all her fears

Beloved then would whisper to her soul

Through every doubt He always would be near

Though she would falter He would not let go


 

Young Love grew wise and talked without pretence

Such secrets her Beloved always knew

They talked away the hours with pure nonsense

As many time-old friends will often do


 

Young Love grew still

-and sat in silent bliss

For all the earthly wealth she’d not exchange

She knew there was no better place than this

Young Love had found a Love that did not age



 

© Jo Sarah Stanford 2015

 

Watchchild

Posted on December 4, 2014 at 11:05 PM

Who taught you, little child

Just how to dance and play

Amongst the autumn colours

Or in the summer rays

Who told you, little child

That when it starts to rain

To turn your face towards the sky

And then to dance again

.

Lift your eyes, O Watchchild

Keep the truth in sight

Guard your heart against the dark

Turn towards the light

.

Who taught you, little child

That storm clouds should be feared

And all you see with wonder

Is dangerous and weird

Who told you, little child

Dark things you could not name

So when the rain began to fall

You dared not dance again

.

Lift your eyes, O Watchchild

Keep the truth in sight

Guard your heart against the dark

Turn towards the light

.

Who taught you, little child

To search for something more

That power and possessions

Determined who was poor

Who told you, little child

Please child! Don’t be tamed

The sun will turn the day anew

Until then, dance again

.

Lift your eyes, O Watchchild

Keep the truth in sight

Guard your heart against the dark

Turn towards the light

.

Who taught you, little child

To show men how to play

To hold their hand so softly

And whisper, ‘it’s okay’

Who told you, little child

The clouds can’t be contained

The rain will kiss the earth once more-

And all will dance again

.

Lift your eyes, O Watchchild

Teach the people right

Watch the colours fill the sky

Dance again tonight

.

Lift your eyes, O Watchchild

Keep the truth in sight

Guard your heart against the dark

Turn towards the light

.

.

.

© Jo Sarah Stanford 2014


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