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Our lives ride many roller coasters..yes? I am not alone I don't think. The thing about coasters..... sometimes you hold your hands high and scream on the ride. Sometimes you close your eyes, grit your teeth, and hold on tight. Either way, eventually ends the ride. WHEW!!! :)

(BTW: This poem is not about coasters...but that gives me an idea. :) )

Meadow Dance

What is this intrusion into my life?

What is it that tries to steal my joy?

Why does my heart fill empty and sore?

Where is the fullness that I have known?

Oh God, I feel so very alone.

My heart fills cold...and that I don't like.

My mind is a jumble with walls of selfish pride.

Wrestle I do with these torments inside.

Do I beat them and kill them?

Or let them prove which is right?

Perhaps I should view them from a distance aside.

Perhaps they should struggle until they all die.

What are their names, these damnable gates?

Pride and resentment and anger and hate...

Loneliness, selfishness, pity and fate.

I put them all in a hard dirt corral.

"Battle it out," I say with a scowl.

So I sit and watch with a scowl on my heart,

But my eye's corner is caught with a start.

To my right I look and what do I see?

A meadow with breezes gently calling to me.

In the meadow dancing lightly and free

Are love, peace, gratitude, joy, and ecstasy.

But the scowl in my heart turns my eyes to the corral.

"You don't deserve the meadow," whispers a growl.

Then a fragrance so sweet arouses my senses.

The warm gentle breeze relaxes my tenseness.

My gaze is shifted...the meadow now filled

With flowers, butterflies and soil fresh tilled.

Corral or meadow? Which do I choose?

I breathe deeply and tiptoe..barefoot, no shoes.

I enter the meadow warm and inviting.

The grass feels like down and the flowers inticing.

The fresh soil tilled is soft and cool to my feet.

The noise of the fight in the corral grows faint.

I breathe in the fragrance and the scowl starts to shrink.

It withers and melts with this meadow's fresh drink.

Shall I dance in this meadow with love, peace, and joy,

Gratitude, ecstasy, butterflies, and soft soil?

Surely I shall; it feels so good to my feet!!!

I shall jump and dance with arms open wide

Leaping with the rhythm of this holy beat.

Will you come join...oh please...and dance with me

In this meadow so sweet?

Of love, peace, gratitude, joy, and ecstasy?

5/06

CILBW

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