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Existing

As I sit here in this cold state
Feeling mighty warm
My thoughts rush in as
Rapidly as a storm
Replacing my mood
Of bittersweet
A simple peace
Begins to form
Finding joy in simple things
Brings to the soul
A harmonious melody
Comfort is there always
Inside each of us
If we will uncover it, and
Let it poor over our mind
When I speak many impulses
I receive
Some are created by love
Some are closer related to
The natural instincts of
Human man kind
Many times I feel nothing
Just as I feel I am nothing
Nothing more than a speck
On this swirling universe
Though some how true importance
And great value
Glamorous yet plain
Feeling opposite while
Just the same
Getting sucked into a
Lifeless vacuum is often
Easier accomplished than not
Remember love exist and
Hope is true
Seek for joy, bring peace
React on what you were
Planning to do
Life on earth is far
To short
The power is within you

          Rachel Wicks




BROKEN ISLAND

I am walking on the edge
of a broken island
I am peering in a glass case
of peace and hope
and love
Something nice to look in on
and I am circling
circling the dawn
            
Rachel Wicks
 

Grandpa

You are a spiritual friend indeed
How you came to my mother
In her time of need
Washing her nightmares away
You've encouraged in me
Your old duet
Representing a side of hope
Unseen yet
And maybe you had something
To do with the beautiful
Light today
But destiny can be so cruel
To separate a love like that
I must be reminded
Repeatedly of the reasons
Purely love, Purely free
To make us stronger
I suppose
Since I wasn't even a thought
All I could do
Was pray for those
You left behind, for awhile
They were missing your smile
And my soul couldn't understand
How destiny could be so cruel
To separate the love of a friend
But I know you hold each hand
And give them eternal peace
Together forever their
Pain will cease
And in me you encourage
Your old duet
Representing a sweet side
Of hope unseen yet
So I want you to know
I miss you and love you
Though officially
We haven't met

Rachel Wicks

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.


The silence that encases the room of
 where our conversations once played.
Now echo's the faintest sound
 appears awkward and grave.
It was still wonderful 
Because I could hear the
thoughts that you made ...

Rachel Wicks


A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam
and for a brief moment its glory
and beauty belong to our world
but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed
we are so thankful to have seen it at all.


 

Taken from Rachel's journal, she had many references pondering her short life here on earth :

Why would you want to ponder your own demise, good point.
So good,  I could not come up with an answer until now.
It is not so much the pondering of your own demise  but, 
the contemplation of death in itself.  When you embrace death,
not cling to  but,  embrace it and accept it. 
It is then you will know true beauty of life and appreciate it
for all that it is worth.
 

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

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