LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER
To Love is to Heal.
To Accept Love is to Be Healed.
Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.
Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.
Fear reveals itself again as first light dawns and wanes as…
The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.
Acceptance lights the Path.
The Path is NOW
This is the way,.
To be Healed.
Love becomes the Lover.
And Fear becomes a fading memory.
Accept the LOVE and pass it on.
THE CHOIR ON MEADOWLARK HILL
It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.
In a matter of minutes the glow was right.
And the Meadowlark sang its song.
Another Lark………… another, again.
A feathery chorus was now on hand
As The Boy mimicked their song .
More Meadowlarks sang along.
And The Boy became a man.
The Year was not New. It was warm,
There was dew as the day took form
Like a voice from Heaven
The boy of eleven,
Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.
This morning was more than a day in the life,
This newborn man
Met the day now rife
With the pleasance of Trill
On The Hill of The Larks.
On The Hill of The Man.
A humble young Man
Said Thank You.
Thank You he said again.
Again and again and again.
LIVE SERVE & MOVE ALONG
Competitive spirit, the will of the weak
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Wasted moments of life without purpose
Long of tooth.
So where are they now; What purpose was served
(Arms out. Now walk. Now jump up and down.
Signs of Life.)
Competitive spirit; no more to be seen.
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Service to Other; a life now with purpose
Confidence second to
Life again moving
By Lee Broom
From Leadership: A Love Story.
QUESTIONS (MARK MY WORDS)
How does one get from Might to Maybe?
How does one get from Frightened to Friday?
Why must we Fall to discover Love?
The Gent who discovers the Lady?
How does one get to be Seventy Five?
How does one learn about Ninety?
All of it happens a day at a time
Learning from Maybe ’bout Mighty…
What constitutes insanity?
Who gets to make the rules?
Where’s the Palooka who started it all;
I will show you a fool.
Not the Palooka; no-no-no.
Palooka no pulla da punch.
Palooka was merely a Lab Rat
We were Palooka’s lunch.
Lee Broom The Author
THE BIRTH OF THE BLEUS
Advise me please.
He spoke quietly.
Compliance is not my problem.
I am curious to view your path;
I would discover What you discover,
And that’s how it all began.
Lee Broom Author