While dancing I feel light,
Light as a feather that is.
I walk among the clouds,
I control the weather of the room.
It can either be a soft puffy cloud,
Or a booming hurricane message.
While dancing I feel light,
Light as a feather that is.
-Scarlett
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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My middle kid writes poems too.. some are ones only a mother could love.. (like her one about jell-o) others melt your heart...
Hers is sweet here.. the soft puffy cloud part!
I Like it!
Good job Scarlett!!!
Seriously impressive and lovely. Way to go Scarlett
I'm with Angela. This is seriously impressive. In theology as well as form. I picture her walking among the thickness of the presence of God (cloud), which can either be quiet and comforting, or raging with power! And Bill Johnson never said it so eloquently: that we are called to be thermostats, not thermometers of atmosphere.
Beautiful....
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