open pasture


I graze in the pasture so far and wide

Never finding a fence where I might be locked inside

Forever trying to get to the other side

Reaching through the wires of barbs that leave one torn

Or finding wires that shock to keep me locked

In my heart I graze inside my pen

Where I love to stay and not wander away

For outside in the world I am not in want

I find my need right where I am at.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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7 Responses to

  1. Nancy bento says:

    Very nice Billie. The serenity of where you live sounds nice.

    • Thank You, now if I could just stay there indefinitely where smiles leave an endless crease on my face, seeing more leave hatred behind as more walk down the aisle of love to everlasting life. A narrow passage way where one day I will stay never leaving, but for now I am healing.

  2. Debra DuHoux says:

    Very nice

  3. Debra DuHoux says:

    That sounds relaxing. I’ve read your writings on your blog. Glad to see you’re back. Hadn’t seen anything for awhile.

  4. Debra DuHoux says:

    It is good to hear you are smiling and healing.

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