Flowing Pen

A flowing pen is in my hand
to write of what I understand
While I... move as a pen
in the Hand of one
who has always known me

Breaking dark chains that held
me captive -setting me free
to dance to the rhythm
of Eternal heart - hearing the
songs of love, sorrow, joy and pain
while I play in the sunshine and
splash in the rain
All of this I can contain
As all of this contains me-

Being free to feel
and know what is real
to see, taste and touch
there is so much to life
and how great it is
to have a faithful Friend
who will be with me until
the very end ...though
there is no end...
only new beginnings.



Julie Pisacane 11/21/11