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Goddess Are You Real

This little story can relate to all of us. I hope it speaks to your heart as it does mine. The little child whispered, "Goddess speak to me."  And a meadowlark sang.  But the child did not hear. So the child yelled, Goddess speak to me. And the thunder rolled across the sky.  The little child looked around and said,” Goddess let me see you". And a star shone brightly.  But the child did not notice.  And the child shouted, Goddess show me a miracle!"  And a baby was born.  But the child did not know.  So the child cried out in despair, “Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!"  Where upon the Goddess reached down and touched the child.  But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowing.  Author Unknown

 


The Garden of the Fae

Somewhere past the shimmering rainbow is the garden of the Fae,
Somewhere in the cerulean mountains they spend their merry days,
In the roses and the violets they laugh and sing their time away.

I have seen them in my garden, below my blooming flowers,
They were working very tenderly, pruning and weeding for hours,
They work their magic silently in sun, wind and showers.

I have wondered why they leave their land to come and work with me,
I thank the Goddess with every bloom that She has let it be,
For my little garden is a living masterpiece, a floral symphony.
posted by Lilac