The Book of the Sun

April showered thousands upon thousands of drops of rain

But, the sun kept shining

May flowered tenderly in candy pastels

Gifts from the sun who kept on shining

June danced with the faery beneath a mystical moon

While the midsummer sun kept shining

July searched desperately for shade

As the searing sun kept right on shining

August hoped for a hint of breeze

And the sun refused to stop shining

September whispered words long awaited

Of a bountiful harvest because the sun had kept on shining

October blazed in autumnal glory!

Yet another story, from the book of the sun who kept on shining

November smiled through sleepy eyes

Of gratitude for the sun who all year long had kept on shining

December hurried and flurried in moments of joy

And also some sorrow, but the sun kept on shining

January quietly began it all again

And so, the sun kept shining

February gazed upon soft snow drifting

Steady as a mountain, the cheerful sun kept on shining

Now March is on us

And without a doubt

The lovely sun shall keep on shining….

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ellie894 March 11, 2022

fire will never be water…

One cannot blame the water for doing what water does

Anymore than one can blame the fire

All things of this world are simply what they are

They come and they go

Seeking solace and balance,

Their own sweet place in this odd turn of events

That we call life

Letting go of all they are not meant to be

To be only what they are

Fire will never be water

Air will never be earth

And me…

I am a piece of them all

I am the wind that blows, thoughts drifting through my mind

I am the land, a dusty shell that walks the path only for a while

I am the fire, created in a moment of passion,

Seeking to feed the flame

I am the water, life giving and nourishing, 

Deeper than can be seen

I am all of these, and spirit as well

The breath that comes from somewhere

The knowing that comes from nowhere

And if one by one they each left me…

What would I be then

Would I be anything at all

Or would I vanish in a flash

Buried in the dust

Drowned by the water

Burned within the flame 

Carried unseen by the wind

To a new place 

Not even imagined yet…

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ellie894 December 16, 2019

all shall be well

All shall be well…And all shall be well… All manner of things shall be well…

– Dame Julian of Norwich

Julian of Norwich was the first woman to write a book in the English language around the year 1395. 

When my world is spinning seemingly out of control I recall her words and try to rest in them.

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ellie894 March 15, 2017