Pond with swans and duck by Melissa Egan
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At the pond of love
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In silence I sit at the pond
watching the swans glide by.
My eyes take in all the beauty,
while I open my heart to
Your touch of love.
My reflection dances quietly
on the surface of the water.
As the breeze designs ripples
my image breaks into fragments.
Tiny patches of color
transform into hints to
the story of mankind.
Each little drop of water
reflects a piece of what has been
and I make no resistance
as my brain absorbs
the images of events
occurred since forever.
When I feel heavy with
all the sorrow of the world,
I fear to sink deep down
into channels of oblivion.
But a sharp beam of light
suddenly hits the water.
The reverberating sun blinds me
with its sparkling brilliance.
The golden light penetrates
my every single cell,
my heart and my soul.
All weariness is washed away
And I know it’s not too late
to start anew each day
to spread love
to touch all the hearts
traveling this world
in search of warmth.
I am renewed in my hope,
I am restored to wholeness
when I recognize
my own reflection
dancing within
the sparkling light,
of Love Divine …
and unperturbed,
like the swans
I continue to glide upon
the serene waters
of this life
in constant motion.
At the pond of love
we sit and hold hands
knowing that the Light
travels fast and brightens
our darkest nights.
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Love, Margherita
