As a beekeeper, I am currently taking a two year break from the Association to focus on my writing. I missed being in this company here and I am learning that I cannot be all things to all people. Many times our focus go askew and it is in our wisdom and understanding that we…
He was the vessel in which I cast my tears He used those tears to water the dry places he found in me By teaching me to use them as stairs , to reach for the stars as cloudy as it may seem. The aching pains which left me sore at heart He taught me…
In a garden full of thorns, he found a beautiful flower. Passing each day he admired this flower among the weeds growing and giving beauty to all the others. Everyone admired the flower from afar. Some even came close to feel apart of its beauty. Some were relieved to feel that this flower stood to…
Thought patterns are developed overtime whether early in life or later. Living with or among others, one may observe a particular behaviour over the course of some years. Sometimes the other person may have caused you to lose trust in them and this interferes with the ideals of the person's character altogether, to you. I…
A poet's Voice Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart. FROM THE TREASURED WRITINGS OF KAHLIL GIBRAN
We barely care to live in a pure state because the vanity of our minds prefer to indulge us for a moment of pleasure. ©2018~VearnaGloster
Such vast knowledge is open to all today yet many are not previlaged to feast upon it. Even yet, the limitations of the will of man continue on a barrenness that is obliterating our very existence creating an artificial world calling it the possibilities of the future. ©2018~VearnaGloster
It's never easy to look at your best friend cry Cause you too would feel blue. But... Just when your best friend smile So you do too. Such is the bond of unconditional love. ©2018~VearnaGloster
So yesterday I decided to walk. Risky business these days but not taking chances deems very boring in life. It has been over a year I have not jogged but am hoping to continue this year. However, as I walked down to the town, ahh, the thrill of fresh air, green trees and blooming flowers…
When they steal your smile There is nothing left but dry bones Nothing to lift your once cheery cheeks To feel the beauty of sunshine. Nothing can lift you out of such misery But the last strength from love remained for self Slowly and surely will. ©2017~VearnaGloster
