I will rise to the sky and not look down.
I feel free, I feel light, as I float to heaven above. What has happened? Why do they cry? I’ve been liberated, my incarceration is over. my blessings are many. Do not feel sad, do not fear my fate, for that has revealed itself, and now I am safe. For I’ve seen the Valley of the Lord, and it is there I suffer no more. It is there in the glorious sun-soaked-green fields that I find my soul, resting in the breeze that wisps upon your cheek. It is me at peace. calming your heart, easing your mind, drying your tears. For I will rise to the sky, and waken in the Valley of the Lord. Mary Maurice
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It’s raining today, here in Santa Fe. A nice, steady all day rain! I hear it patter on the sky-lights. The sound is calming, giving me an excuse to stay indoors and start my new blog page. My publicists, Artotems Co., should be very pleased. I guess this is going to be a regular thing for me to help get my name, Mary Maurice, out there. I’m a writer, and during these session of free thought writing that I’ll be doing, I’ll take you into the mind of a person who has worked with the written word her whole life. Nothing like talking in the third person. Mary be liking this! Be for-warned though, I have no idea what will come out, I’ll just pick a subject and open up the channels. In the mean-time, until my next blog, I’ll leave you with a poem! Eve Encouraged by boredom, Eve went in search, of an apple. She was tired, of bananas! |
AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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