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An Indian Prayer

Saturday, January 10th, 2009

O’ GREAT SPIRIT,
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me! I am small and weak, I need your
strength and wisdom.

Let Me Walk In Beauty,

and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make My Hands Respect the things you have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make Me Wise so that I may understand the
things you have taught my people.

Let Me Learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.

I Seek Strength, not to be greater than my
brother, but to fight my greatest
enemy…myself.

Make Me Always Ready to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes.

So When Life Fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you
without shame

by. Sharon Bailey

Soulmates of a Another Kind

Friday, January 9th, 2009

Soulmates of another kind
They say my thoughts
And read my mind
They know my fears
They share them too
They type my sentences before I do
Their smile’s my reflection
Their voice my own
We have separate bodies
But one internal home

Always amazed each time I find one
Always thrilled to meet another
These soulmates of another kind
Are lifelong friends not fleeting lovers
I seem to know them “as if forever”
Time doesn’t notice when we met
That bond of “something special’s flowing”
Both face to face or across the “Net”
It doesn’t matter whats their gender
Whats their age or who they know
My soulmates of another kind
Exist within me and never go

My kindred spirits are soulmates with me throughout my life.
I don’t believe a soulmate is one designated person to be your lover.
My soul enjoys sharing with all the special ones in my life. 

by Sharon Bailey

If Only For A Day

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

Looking through my window
Out into the night
Silver moon glistening
Through partly cloudy skies
Stars dance and twinkle
As clouds drift on the wind
Ever moving onward
Who knows where they have been
They never stop to wonder
Never ask the question why
Yet they have looked upon such beauty
As through the heavens they do fly
Oh that I could drift with them
Along their starry way
Forgetting the worries
Of this human heart
At least for just a day

BY: SHARON BAILEY

The Day the Angel Stopped By

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

Ever, have the feeling your being watch?

 

I woke up this morning startled,

Standing at the foot of my bed

Was this beautiful lady,

With, iridescent wings, glittering eyes,

That twinkled bright as the light.

I was holding my breath, wondering.

Watching her as she watch me

She walked over to me and sat down

Touching my arm

Her face close to mine

She squeezed my hand ever so softly

My heart began to swell.

I felt my heart began to flutter

I knew it was my time to go

I tried to speak but only stuttered

When she spoke my name

In my state of shock, oh dear,

The angel reminded me of the day

I was born

She told me there was a reason

I was still here

I felt truly blessed by this angel

She touched my soul

And granted me another,

Wonderful day.

 

By Sharon Bailey

Magnitude of My Love

Saturday, October 11th, 2008

Steady as the sands of time, descending grain by grain
High as the skies above, that bring the summer rain

Many as the twinkling stars, scattered across the night
Hotter than the scorching sun which burns by day so bright
Tender as a lover’s touch with passion at its peak
More helpless than a newborn baby as it is so weak 

Lovely as the gentle bird singing loves sweet song
Longer than the end of time and then go twice as long

Sweeter than honey ever made by any bee
Stronger than the largest mighty oak tree

Lonely as the worlds last man, because we are apart
Deeper than the deepest hole, the hole that’s in my heart

My love for you is all these things and more than I can say
My love for you is all I have to get me through each day

2008 Sharon Bailey

Love Defined

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

What is love, but an emotion,
so strong and, so pure.
That nurtured and shared with another.
All tests it will endure?

What is love, but a force
to bring the mighty low
with the strength to shame the mountains
and halt time a ceaseless flow?

What is love, but a triumph
a glorious goal attained.
The union of two souls. Two hearts
a bond the angels have ordained?

What is love, but a champion
to cast the tyrant from his throne
and raise the flag of truth and peace
and fear, of death overthrown?

What is love, but a beacon
to guide the wayward heart
a blazing light upon the shoals
that dash cherished dreams apart?

And what is love, but forever
eternal and sincere.
A flame that through wax and wane
will out live life’s brief years?

So I will tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love, for you is my reason to

 be and will never break or bow.

2008By: Sharon Bailey