Deb Curreen Author

days of heaven days like this the blue sky is glimmering natures bliss. thanks for breathe to God I give another moment the chance to live counting blessings one by one all in nature beneath the sun days like heaven yesterday has passed may we enjoy each moment let the summer last today my refrain is, short, sweet and thankful true and ever hopeful in this goodness I will remain

grasping at the wind in Spring equinox days and longer nights, man counts his achievements over twenty one centuries of civilisation... the ground warms up  seas swell higher and mankind has lost it's kindness. I live by an empty church- the graveyard holds more life. My dog chases a rabbit into wild bushes. and I pick fresh flowers by the headstones. Puffy clouds hold the balance of sunlight and rain,  hail scatters outside new buildings full of neon. But bombs fall from that same sky in the Middle East and children cry in the dirt. But there are still blossoms petals fall at my feet, yesterday a rainbow arced over a highway full of potholes while my car kept moving. I say my prayers, and wait for answers... a fat pigeon sings on my fence. I feel the wind blow warmly through my hair... fulfilling dreams of justice.

 Pohutukawa. Tree of life. Beautiful and grand, idling in the light of approaching dusk, standing sentient, watchful, a guard beside the ocean's shore You hold the pulse of the moon and sea in your arms, the carefree waves that carry salty promises to thee. I stand on shaky rocks. Oh wide and curling waters, I'm at your mercy. I pray under a silent sky of blue. waiting for answers in the shadows,  tangled in the dappled branches, as I clutch the rustling leaves of the Pohutukawa. Tree of  Life.