Betty Jo Hilger

There was a sound upon the wind
A joyous melody
Which sang a tune of gratitude
Spiced with a hint of glee
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Certain themes of conversation are anathema
They never should be broached
Though opinions may be accurate
the consequence is death
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My face was wet with tears, which fallen from my soul
Had drifted, deeply from the place my heart had hidden all my pain
My shattered mind, distressed, seemed to have failed the test
Of placid peace and harmony I had appointed my refrain
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Have you ever watched a rabbit when it knows it has been seen…
When the danger bells are sounding with alarm…
When he stops within that instant, and he hopes to disappear
Freezing, in that moment, locked within his fear
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Silken droplets fell onto the burnished leaf
And rolled their way down to the blades below
Caressing whispered breath, angelic in its form
Conveying peace and welcome from the storm
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She sits within the center of the room
Chaotic screams surround her very breath
Proceedings from the fractured day lay strewn
Beneath her feet and burdened on her chest
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I had a picture in my mind
Wisely crafted
I took my time
Purposely painting stunning hues
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My heartbeat is you when I rest in the shade
It’s ever so true that you’re wonderfully made
Each tiny expression that crosses your face
Reflects your decision to refill the space
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In the night, in the dark
In the undiscovered depths
When the winds
are howling through the sky…
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The serious child, alert, intent,
who watched the world youthful eyes…
Innocent yet wise as stone,
the kernel of his love so strong…
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The silent stillness covers me in darkness
and whispers of my thoughts seem far away
and breathing echoes gently at the edges of my soul
as my eyelids say farewell to stressful days
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Have you ever watched the wonder of a child
When seeing sunlight breaking through the clouds
When feeling snowflakes land upon a fingertip
Or walking hand in hand without a sound…
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Rock-a-bye my baby
Dream of sweeter days
When everything was sweetness
And sadness flew away
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I watch him playing from across the space
Interacting with a grand delight
And lose myself in memory of days, not long ago
When this was but a dream I didn’t see
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Her heart beats pitter pat; pitter pat
thump, thump; thump, thump…
Knocking in a chest crammed full, with dread
Against thin walls, which fortified, are struggling
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On the tip of his tongue, a circuit breaks
It steps and stops, just shy of its fruition
A halted moment, faltered, unable to give birth
To intelligent ideas behind his vision
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Our hands are painted brightly with our deeds
Our souls dyed with the pacts which we have made
Our hearts are tinted with the shelter of our dreams
We’ve dreamt of for ourselves and for our blood
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In the quiet, in the dark,
in the undiscovered depths
Deep within the caverns’ grasping, gasping breadth
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As sentinel he sits within the frigid scene
Solitary
Saturated
Sightless
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It’s all in the perspective
Within the point of view
Is life a trial?
Is life a joy?
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