Gloriously Me
I watch the birds in flight and feel the autumn colors
while a crisp, cool wind runs through my hair.
The brook still flows downstream before winter comes,
as the deer frolic in the woods not far away.
And all remind of why I came here today,
and why, like a child, I came out to play.
For it is in these moments that I feel most alive,
when my soul sings so free --
free to be gloriously me.
Yes, free to be gloriously me.
Bridgette Rodriguez
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Fate | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| My Mother | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Boy With No Name | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| The New Day | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| In Need | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| Taken | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Find | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Abyss | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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| My Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Roaring Sea | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| I Saw Him | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Life's Seasons | 1 | 11/03/2011 |
| He Speaks to Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| More Than Flight | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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