Thursday, July 19, 2012

Radnor writings

Turning around feels like a re-tread
But instead, I sense newness ahead
Putting old fears to bed
Unwanted beliefs are shed
A baby deer is mother-led
Then more joyfully I tread


Keep walking to the next bench
You can’t win the battle from the trench
Just walk past the fear and possible stench
You’ll know when you need more than a wrench


Stop and Smell the Roses!
Lighten what life imposes.
Breathe in Deep,
Lessen the Heap,
Starting with our Noses!

Looking through the trees,
Amazed at what she sees.
The path is near, it's clear!
Have no fear, almost here!
Looking from another view
Helps to know what's next to do.


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