Darker than the Deepest Sea

As this year nears the end, I thought sharing this poem again (though slightly revised) would be timely as we slowly glide into a new beginning…

I view life like a package wrapped in celebratory paper.
The matching ribbons fascinate in their delicate,
entwined camaraderie, so fingers gently unravel,
heartbeat increases from excitement of what will
be found. We lift the lid, peek inside,
our inner child moves to the forefront of our minds.

But we must remember that unlike recyclable paper,
the gift of life cannot be tossed back into the universe.
There is no spare awaiting on the sidelines,
and we should be mindful that the contents require
tenderness with a set of instructions solely
for the recipient, each one of us individually,
as visible as a red rose in a garden of white daisies…

because we are beautifully unique.

Then once we have absorbed the guidelines,
following them with gratitude and tenacity,
the purpose of our gift will reveal itself
as naturally as moonlight on a night
darker than the deepest sea.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
I’ve used this rose before from our garden, but roses seem
to signify many things, and gratitude is one meaning for
this light pink shade.

The Gift

Life is like a package
placed in our cupped hands,
wrapped in festive paper,
tied in matching ribbons
we unravel first.
Heartbeat increases
from excitement
of what we’ll find.

We lift the lid,
peek inside,
but unlike paper,
recyclable,
the gift of life
cannot be tossed back
into the universe.
No spare awaits

on the sidelines.
The contents
require tenderness,
but first lies a set
of instructions
unique to the recipient,
as visible as
a red rose in
a garden of daisies.
If those guidelines

are followed
with gratitude, bravery,
and tenacity,
the purpose of our gift,
so delicately given,
will come as naturally
as the moon on a night,
deeper than the deepest sea.

Lauren Scott (c) 2022

More than a Party

bday candles

Let’s hang the streamers
a rainbow of colors
then dress the tables
and add some flowers

Get the cake ready
for sweet, sweet frosting
and top it with candles
with everyone watching

What a day to remember
of wishes and laughter
yet many want the hands
of time to move faster

It’s the aging of souls
another turning of a page
focusing only on gray
they’d rather disengage

Each day, though, is but a gift
unlike “store bought” with dollars
Tomorrow makes no promise
for any of its followers

Let’s not take for granted
another chance to make a wish
Celebrate another year of life
and be happy we exist

Lauren Scott © 2014

Happy Birthday to my Hubby,
who is very grateful for another year
and his family is very grateful for him!
♥ ♥ ♥