Mother Earth’s Bedtime

It’s a story with a rhyme… it’s about Mother Nature’s time.

The bride of all nature, some might say of God.

The breath that He breathes in the wind and her leaves.

A poetic composition of something we all question.

We may have wondered about the end.. but no one knows what is to be.

It’s nice to have some form of justification as to why things are the way they are. Why people behave as they do. There are a phenomenal amount of reasons for every single story threaded so precisely in the great cross-stitch of life. So many different views, so many different ways. There lies the needle of love, the need for it, The want for it, and the ability to sow it.

For me, I want to find something that mentally justifies questions about life.  And why people act as they do.

It seems a more prominent quest when one has been in the grasp of agony.  In essence, the more we see evil acts, the more we are buried alive under the “whys”. Until that one day you just accept..” because”. And find hope again in the existence of the love that was missing in you.

With all my negative influencers, including myself. I usually want to forgive anything that is wrong and look for that one reason…just one reason for it to be allowed so I can love them. But I forgot about me

To ask, dig, filter, and plow. We are always searching for what makes sense.

And sometimes what you never paid attention too, makes the most sense. We have the power within us to love, to give it to ourselves, and then to others to.

What evil you are exposed to can devour you, long after the initial introduction. The mind exposed to severe abuse will not heal without love of self. As much as you want to, it just doesn’t register. The path has been worn.  It needs new seeding. Without a gardener, nothing will grow. We all need a gardener at times to help.

I ask here, If you already knew why, would you just stop trying?  We are not meant to know why everything is..or find out what it’s all about. To me, that is the final gift you are given as you exit this life.  We can’t tell anyone the secrets… we all have to keep trying. With love you live. With love you will live past death, for when you love, you give to life and it will remain, it will prevail.

Here’s something I wrote that just flew out of the pen one day. At first, I thought “What is this Paula?” And though I just opened another door of my imagination that will need some polishing later …and so I put it aside. Until now. Now I see a message of great love. The Nature of love and the greatest human need for endurance.

People are in need of mercy, compassion, kindness, and empathy. This is all part of love. A love we all need and want to feel. It will be tested, We all are being globally tested on a grand scale right at this time. It’s the law of Nature. When it pushes you to act without a plan, it simply was meant to be.  The invisible force guiding the needle of love.  The Master plan is Nature’s duty and we all have a part. We cannot stop what is meant to be, but we can help make it a better journey.

There is good in all of us. There is love to find, to apply, and to leave behind. We need to think of the final picture of what happens when we don’t help and deny love

MOTHER EARTH’S BEDTIME

Here I stand
Torn from battle
Feeling lost
And very little

I was beaten
And defeated
Pushed around
And depleted

On my knees
As I was begging
Screaming voice
It was cutting

Slashed my mind
Cut my passage
In me pleaded
I don’t want this

Anger drowned
Sorrow rose
I kissed the earth
My mother arose

Carried me
Lifeless form
Breathed in me
Love so warm

In her branches
I was sleeping
Holding me
She was keeping

Dried my tears
On her shoulder
Without leaves
She looked older

In the cold
She gave fire
Used her branches
To lift me higher

Stopped the bleeding
In my heart
Sang to me
With winds harp

In the spring
Her leaves protected
Evil storms
Were rejected