Monday, August 16, 2010



Wet with coastal rains, misted flowers gently bob
In tufts of whispered wind.
I dream of life, of rebirth, of reawakening
Cycles soothe my trembling spirit within
Faith returns sung by birds in glorious symphonies led by
the hand of God
As your eyes look into my soul
I weep with joy

ruth-ann neil

written for Isaac Reiter
in Children’s Hospital
3B (outside on the “deck”)
Looking toward the “Lion’s” on the North Shore

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