Language is my orchestra
sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music
the Poet’s heart lives by
In the silence of my dreams
words go dancing through
An image just to beautiful
all logic out of view
An artist lives within me
a way of beating all the odds
The thorn on the rose bush
pricks discovery once again
All children start out poets
I just cannot let that go
Stir the mischief in the fire
and let enchantment flow
Jill Autrey Dorman 
I know an energetic 4 year old who lives in that enchantment. In a recent discussion with her Daddy:
4 year old: I don’t like going to sleep Daddy.
Dad: I noticed that. You just like living life too much and don’t want to stop.
4 year old: Yeah.
Haha! Yes, I love that about children and unfortunately we and/or the world takes that out of them! I believe children really KNOW that we have a big God in a way that I sometimes lose as an adult! Hope you are well friend! Thank you for your comment and for encouraging this old writer to hang in there! It means more than you will ever know!
Well spoken!!
Thank you Bill. I really appreciate your encouragement. I have been writing most of my life but am new at blogging…any encouragement, comment, or advice is greatly appreciated!
I just call it as I see it! And I know your feeling. I just started blogging last summer. So exillerating and challenging. But that’s what we do now… yes?
I like people that “call it as they see it.” I think we need more of that around! 🙂
Yes… precisely. 😃