Balance

Balance

By Danamar

Laugh and Play
Sing and Dance
How easily a child
Finds Balance
While we struggle
To relearn, Remember

The spirit calls
The pen awaits
The body yearns
Come play!
Come laugh!
Come sing!
Too busy we say
Too tired we say
Too aged we say
Not true cries our heart
Not so sings our soul
Nay! roars our mind

Life awaits
The clock ticks on
Wait not too long.


Mary Sander (Danamar) is a writer, sometimes sculptor and painter and has been a member of the Sisterhood Of Avalon since Calan Gaeaf 2014. She is passionate about the Earth and all of the Life it sustains, relationships and books. She is the author of “three sisters: poetry”.

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