We Believe, Words Arrive

Writing comes from another realm.
I close my eyes to empty pages;
words and images arrive like wishes.
A genie treasure bottle;
treats, delightful and delicious.
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A passion that keeps giving
as long as you believe.
Mary Poppins' words fly in carpet bags
or travel through twilight
with Peter to Never Never Land.

Time moves, a magical hourglass,
sands of amazing colors create illusions.
Serendipity blesses me for I believe.
Lay my head on a fairy pillow,
ticket to a land where fantasy lives.

Softly land in wild flowers,
a garden of literary joy.
Books untouched by humans
open with care, to be read first by you,
imagine how rich you would be.

Writing is joy given by God.
Gifts lay in wait for the reader.
Searchers sojourn to mystery lands.
Angels, dragons, fairies, liars and lovers.
Heroes and traitors; A ticket awaits, dear fan.

By Kathie Stehr