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LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER.(Re-edited and amended 10/19/2017)

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 Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

Accept the LOVE and pass it on.


Lee Broom

 

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The Choir of Meadowlark Hill

2 21 2013 The Tree

 

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.

 


 Lee Broom

LIVE SERVE & MOVE ALONG

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LIVE SERVE & MOVE ALONG

Competitive spirit, the will of the weak
Line item listings
Of proof.
Wasted moments of life without purpose
Uncomfortably
Long of tooth.

So where are they now; What purpose was served
What evidence
Did  survive?
(Arms out. Now walk. Now jump up and down.
Replicate
Signs of Life.)

Competitive spirit; no more to be seen.
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Gone.
Service to Other; a life now with purpose
Confidence second to
None
Life again moving
Along.

By Lee Broom
From Leadership: A Love Story.

Oops

 

 

OOPS

Don’t be upset

It’s a con job you know

A moment of pretense

A short picture show

Or even a soap

With action galore

Of course soaps can be slippery

One could land on the floor

One could land on their knees

Perhaps even say “please,

I can’t take this any more”.

I’m not really angry

It’s a con job you know.

Could you give me a hand

Help me back to my feet?

I have a friend I would like you to meet

It is I.

It is I.

It is I.

From: An Amo and Curio Olio. A Folio of Prose and Poesy by Lee Broom