PETALS AND PEARLS

PETALS AND PEARLS

I have watched the roses bloom

And smelled the fragrance sweet,

I have enjoyed days and times

With wings upon my feet.

Days of sunshine and brightness,

With music in the air.

A string of pearls around my neck ~ 

And I hardly knew a care.

I’ve seen the seasons come and go

And the roses fade away.

The pearls still remained

And oft brought joy to my day.

Winter time with roses bare

Waiting for spring to arrive

Tiny buds upon the bush

Hope was still alive.

Warmer days with brighter skies

The petals showed their bloom,

Still the pearls held their glow

And chased away my gloom.

Sunshine and shadow, laughter and tears

Are the memories stirred for me.

The Petals and pearls and the one

Who gave these things to me.

© Linda J. Vaughan

October 6^th. 2005

THE GARDEN GATE

THE GARDEN GATE

The gate is always open

Come through it with me

Let's find a special place

Where we can really be free.

Let's put aside our troubles

And the fear of beginning to trust

Take my hand and come with me

On a journey which is a must.

Through that gate of friendship

We will find such very special things

The joy of love and laughter

And a heart that really sings.

We will find warmth and comfort

And arms that hold us near

Shelter from the storms of life

And we will hold no fear.

This is a special garden

And acceptance will be found,

Abundant tears we will shed

From hearts strong and sound.

Tender smiles from eyes of blue

A dimple on a cheek

A tendril of hair gently brushed aside

Such kindness we will seek.


We'll watch the mists of evening gather
And be wrapped in their care
We will see the birds settle ~
Silence everywhere.
The gentle brook will babble
As it goes on it's merry way
A special place to visit
A place we'll want to stay.

The garden is our very own

And tended with love and care

Flowers of friendship blossoming ~

Fragrance everywhere.

We will watch the seasons come and go

Take courage and strength from it all

A special place of joy and hope

Behind the garden wall.

© Linda J. Vaughan

16th. April 2012

FINDING JOY IN THE JOURNEY

JOY IN THE JOURNEY 

Please don't visit me in my past

For I don't live there anymore.

I am moving forward

Life is different than before.

I dwell in possibility

With hope as companion and friend

There is joy in the journey for me

As I travel round every bend.

I find joy in the simplest of things

A bird on the wing and a flower small,

Daffodils in springtime

A rose beside the wall.

I will not live in shadowed halls

And I turn my face to the sun

Then the shadows are behind me

And half my battle is won.

The pathway may be rugged

And my steps may falter and fall

But there are friends who journey with me

And hear me when I call.

I have been a bird with a broken wing

And feel that now I'm healed

I rise and soar and fly free

My destiny is sealed.

I share my smiles as I travel on

The song in my heart can be heard

There is  such joy in my journey

And I thank you that you cared.

Cared enough to encourage me

And dared me to stand tall

You have been my safety net

To catch me when I fall.

The energy that I exude is positive

And attracts positive things to me

People say I'm looking well ~

There is joy in my journey you see.

So much for me to see and share

Days are different than before

Please don't visit me in my past

For I don't live there any more.

© Linda J. Vaughan

February 4th. 2012

This is dedicated to a special friend who has helped me learn to live in possibility and been the safety net lest I fall.   Thank you  ~ you know who you are. 

THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

A long hot summer now is fading

And chill is in the air 

I walked today in my garden

And saw changes everywhere.

A sweet and fragrant rose

Dropped its petals as I passed

The beauty now has faded

Of course it could not last.

I touched the velvet petals

And somehow thought of you

I sensed your time of struggle

The effort to get through.

Keep your eyes upon the hedgerow

And not the thorns below

And you will see the rose

You will watch it grow.

You will smell the sweet perfume

It's petals you will touch

Just know that friends are out here

And that they care so much.

© Linda J. Vaughan

May 2007