Louise

Louise
To Behold the beauty a tale told.
Received natures touch.
Married young years not gone.
A break took place.
Following ones call you flew as a Nightingale.
Hospitals are where you are found.
A turn came, a turn away from grace
Something happened deep within your soul
Soon to be pleasure sought.
Had learned relationship sound - hallways of patients to heal.
Many a skill.
Given to patients a beauty to behold.
Alas a gift to those who were sick.
Kindness, empathy but always a professional be.
Was there a new call?
Did you see it come or did you just fall?
Now it was a drive like a car in the need of gas.
Driving to bodies in houses in places with hungry faces
Was it enough to fill the whole?
At least 8 inches told.
Shared communication was all too often emptiness of soul.
Did you know the outside of your body?
Did you know that beside your body what is the soul?
Dancing reveal more than your face.
Eyes of those who cared little for your heart - it was them who beat
To tunes - a winter’s song.
Found there the same.
Love was what the exchange.
Years of the same.
Growing dear a baby did appear - but what happened to the little seed?
Looking again to sing the songs of the Nightingale.
Surprise, you saw a patient with beauty in her eyes.
Relationship found.
Now together in a Nightingale’s nest.
Years have passed - do you wonder of what has been lived in place to place?
Has a rock been found - a turn of the heart all the same.
Now in forties to be – look forward change lifes call again.
Will you discover the soul within?
Does that matter - can't be seen in other?
The call to reflect
Fly, fly away in search of grace that is my battle cry!
Be that the One.
Something more to replace then driving of the car.
Don't abandon what nature gave.
Just toil and spin to weave a quilt of thread to save.
Covering not bodies who don't explain.
Can my tale be real - or, is it a mystery of the heart in me?
We've never met but images did see.
Hope one day a poem to read.
A lifeline thrown to those struggling in the sea.
Do you care for words of hope?
Has the emptiness not been relevant?
Do you need words of heart?
Have you found your place?
Living a life all people produce art.
On what canvas did you paint?
Was it a portrait bold?
Or the on coming of old?
Judging not now - has sentence been pronounced?
Words to encourage once again a movement of soul.