by Lucy M. Young
At last my mind and heart and soul are free Uncluttered and unfettered The heavy chains of doubt and fear Have turned to rainbows at my feet My spirit's free My mind can grow and bloom In new creative channels. My heart can spread its wings and soar To joy unknown to me before. My soul will bow before my Lord In humble adoration, In deep and lasting gratitude For this most precious gift of happiness.
by Lucy M. Young
It seems to me that everything in life Is written in a symphony; All life's beauty, joy, and pain; The mystery of death, the miracle of birth, The promise of an everlasting life. We hear the glorious, triumphant hues of sunset, The softly tinted promise felt at dawn; The soothing murmur of a gentle rain, Roaring thunder of a hurricane; The smooth, sheer beauty of a waterfall, The gentle rippling of a quiet stream, Crashing roll of surf; The whispering silence of a windless forest, The vibrant whisper of the wind among the pines, Songs of birds; The clear, cold majesty of winter stars, The thrilling, breathless promise of the Spring, Summer's toil, and Autumn's rich fulfillment. In harmony unbroken to the end - Pain and suffering, mellowed and relieved By golden chords of happiness and beauty Blended with love - The Master leaves an imprint on my soul.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 