Well anyone that knows me would know that I love the color purple. I love all shades of Purple and have even written a poem about it. Purple is a mysterious color and is the color for those seeking spiritual enlightenment and is the color of royalty from ancient times. Priests also wear this color to signify the passion of Christ and repentance.
I just love the color and that’s really all it is. But I am a spiritual person who believes in spiritual and supernatural experiences that I have had myself. That is another story well sort of.
I had been having a terrible day recently and everything seemed to be going wrong that day. I had terrible pain in my leg from a burn wound that I had obtained right before New Years and a second degree burn which are very painful and slow to heal. My burn is on my leg and was the size of the palm of your hand;a large hand. I was so exhausted and pain ridden and by the end of the day, I was ready to fall into my bed soon when my grandson found a silken purple rose in the living room. I told him”where did that come from” ? He said that he didn’t know but found it there. I asked if it belonged to his mom and if she left it here. He said no, it’s not hers. I was perplexed at this and asked my grandson to follow me with the rose into my bedroom and I’d show him why. On my dresser, in a vase was an identical real rose that was wilted and dried. Only this new rose that he found was silk and had a white colored stem and leaves. When he placed it in the vase along side of the other purple rose, it wilted down exactly like my other real purple rose… My grandson said ‘Look it’s doing the same thing as the other rose’
Now for most people they would say Oh well, it’s a coincident but for me it was like an angel sent me a ‘hug’ that i needed after having a horrible day. Silly? You say? Maybe! But since I do love purple and I adore roses, it made me happy! And for me, that day, it meant everything. I felt like it was a hug from an angel… I believe in the supernatural but therein lies a long story for later.
The blinding light awakens me in dawn
peeking through my open window
The grass is glistening with morning dew
My feet feel it’s refreshing raindrops new
As I tread softly on it’s emerald bed
The beauty of the new day fills my head
I twirl and dance and sing in the light of the sun
Freedom feels so free in the morning breeze
The birds sing a sweet sound to me
I pick a rose for you and chase away the bees
Love is in the air
As I fly without a care
Here, there and everywhere
My feet never touching the ground
As I fly, as I fly, so high
My heart sings a joyful sound
As I soar across the sky
I saw in a vision a hundred birds in flight,
right before I fell asleep at night,
eye lids closed,
I fall into a mystical land,
of dreams and visions.
I awake and am late
so I hurry on my way.
I see the flock of birds again,
with eyes wide open,
what could it mean,
they scattered right in front of me,
like deja vu,
I somehow knew,
that it must be a sign of sorts,
like a piece to a puzzle,
that I have yet to solve.
Today I cried
I heard an old song
that brought back memories
from my youth that died.
I miss you
you miss me
one day we’ll be free
like the birds that flew by me.