Poetry

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Dancing in Fields of Daisies

Dedicated to the most beautiful woman I know:

Mommy, I've found my fields of daisies,
(They're full of birdsong and scents of spring.)
where still drops of dew settle quietly
and peace is carried on butterfly wings.

I'm picking a daisy just for you;
Won't you let me place it in your hair?
Look at you now; You're the loveliest thing.
I have never seen a lady more fair.

I'm dancing among fields of daisies,
wrapped up in the arms of my First Love,
learning step-by-step, as I follow Him,
to the Dove's song I've always just dreamt of.

I miss a few steps, but He's not phased;
Seems my clumsiness means not a thing.
We sit for a while beside still waters,
after we drink from the clear mountain streams.

I pick the daisies while sitting there
and toss the petals into the wind;
Every petal whispers, "He loves me;"
Every one of them -- "Yes" and "Amen."

Mommy, I've found my fields of daisies,
where Son-Light shines and clouds drift away.
May you smell the perfume in the dewdrops
from these fields of daisies I found today.
© Joyce Pool

I love you, Mommy. Thank you for being you. ~TJ

Barbara, my friend, the Light truly "shines through."
What a timely blessing! And what a beautiful heart you share.

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The original poem:

Fields of Daisies

Dedicated to Mom and inspired by the quote: "If I had to do it all over again, I'd pick more daisies." ~unknown

Somewhere,
there are fields of daisies,
just waiting for their time to bloom.
And if I close my eyes
and open my heart,
I can smell their sweet perfume.

Someday,
I’m gonna run and play,
like a child whose young heart is free,
through a field of daisies
and give back to God’s earth
the scent of a sweeter me.

Somehow,
when it all seems dreary,
when daisies can scarcely be found,
when winter’s chill threatens
my joy, He promises:
“The seeds are yet in the ground.”

Today,
a little ladybug
crawled up my leg and stared at me.
Daises were painted there,
on her tiny wings --
a subtle promise of spring.

Someday,
I will pick a daisy.
Maybe I’ll pick one for you too.
For now, I think I’ll just
enjoy the snowflakes
and the silvery winter’s moon.

Somewhere,
there are fields of daisies,
just waiting for their time to bloom.
And if I close my eyes
and open my heart,
I can smell their sweet perfume.
© Joyce Pool

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