Poems by Marie


Happy is the home Where love is true. Happy is the home Of rainbow hues. Happy is the home Where the Word of God is read. Happy is the home Where the sheep are led. Happy is the home Where prayers are heard. Happy is the home Of singing birds.    


Amongst the willows walked One who was lost, Surrounded by mountains high Stretching to the sky. Waters cascading down a face Steadfast in confusion, Sweetly sings the mockingbird That never was heard. Trees gnarled and twisted Reaching to grab, Dreams and souls Without a foothold. Within sight a blossom Gleaming in the light, One without hope Has no sight.    


Sorrows hurt and lead astray Those who would decide to go the other way. What's done is done, what's gone is gone, The healing process will seem so long. We all stumble and fall Walking down a darkened hall, Picking ourselves up again Continuing on in a lot of pain. In the end, we will all see That all we did was dirty our knees. Time heals all wounds Embracing and sealing like a tomb. Love covers a multitude of wrongs, Turning pain into a beautiful song. One day we will understand, Why we need to walk hand in hand.    


A rose is a flower That says I love you, It brightens the day And chases away the blues.    


Happiness is a butterfly upon a summer breeze, Carousing along with lazy ease. Happiness is love being shared And knowing that someone cares. When you're alone or in a crowd, Thinking quietly or being loud, Happiness comes upon you And stays for a moment or two. For each person there's a thought That happiness has wrought, Which will always remind Of those happy times. Whether happiness is a time or place, Or the remembrance of someone's face. Store it within your quivering heart And may those memories never part.

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