My Soul Has Wings
My soul has wings,
and I can fly,
fly like a butterfly.
Dancing in the light
of God's love
I am free!
Set to music
poem and music by Lorena Johnson/Cami
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Reverie
Reverie
Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight
Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight
Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
Reverie
Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight
Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight
Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
Sleep
Twilight folds its dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness of
Earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay.
gilding its dark water.
Showers of transluscience
weaves such splenor
sibilent and bright.
So reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing the hurts of yesterday.
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness of
Earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay.
gilding its dark water.
Showers of transluscience
weaves such splenor
sibilent and bright.
So reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing the hurts of yesterday.
Creation
The Creator reached down
through a fathomless abyss.
The act of motion
stirred the beginning of time.
It spread like ripples
on a still pond
when a pebble disturbs
its drowsy subconscious,
spiraling out, out, out
into rings, rings, and rings
of eternity.
Divine creativity
subduing will to love of form.
The Idea!
Infant of God!
Mind upon matter,
the design was born.
Conceived in thought,
destined to immortality.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
written at age 18
through a fathomless abyss.
The act of motion
stirred the beginning of time.
It spread like ripples
on a still pond
when a pebble disturbs
its drowsy subconscious,
spiraling out, out, out
into rings, rings, and rings
of eternity.
Divine creativity
subduing will to love of form.
The Idea!
Infant of God!
Mind upon matter,
the design was born.
Conceived in thought,
destined to immortality.
Lorena Johnson/Cami
written at age 18
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