JUANITA GARCIA VERA

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

WEEDS

I’ve let the weeds

Take over my garden

Given free reign

To their movement

And wildness

In the breeze

They sway gracefully

Laughing in exhilaration

They dance

Twisting, turning

And returning

To their anchored

Posts.

Pink, white, yellow,

Blue and red flowers

I long to see

Them  flowing

Carefree like a river

Overflowing my mind

Like a rush of rain

That sprouts my dreams

In the deepest wishing well

Who am I to   judge?

Their right to flourish

Their right to exist

God made them

For my eyes

For my heart

To beat a little faster

When I see

Their beauty

Like first love

Wild and innocent

Impetuous fantasy

Flourishing

In the meadows

Magnificent sunny dreams

I am a weed

In the Garden

Born to bloom

So beautifully

I am

© Juanita Garcia Vera

All Rights Reserved JGV 01-05-2015

IN HONOR OF THE VICTIMS OF TERRORISM

I Dreamed of Paradise

By

Juanita Garcia Vera

I dreamed

A most beautiful dream

 I slept soundly

While slipping away

 From the shore

 Farther and farther

 I drifted

Until nothing, I saw

Seagulls sang

An old lullaby

They lulled

My deepest slumber

My soul free

Of all fear

Tension and pain

My heartbeat tapped

It's last reprieve yet,

 I continued my journey

Beyond the bluest horizon

 To the place

Where the ocean

Met Heaven

And the starry sky

Sheltered in light

There, I awoke

To find Heaven

 © Juanita Garcia Vera

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IF IT HADN’T BEEN FOR LOVE

Of all the things

I’ve known

There are a few

From which

I’ve learned

If I’d never known

The joy of Love

I never would’ve cried

If not for memories

I wouldn’t be alive

If I’d never shed

Tears of joy

I would’ve never

Known

Tears of pain

If I’d never seen

The darkest nights

I wouldn’t hope

For dawn

If not for all

I’ve seen and done

I could’ve

Been a tree

Waiting on

The breeze

To move me

Waiting for the birds

To nest and flee

All these things have

Methodically, chipped away

The decay like

So much dead wood

I was moved

And changed

Like the larvae

That became

A beautiful butterfly

Though others

Sense

 I’ve changed

In my heart I know

I have evolved

If I had it to do over

I wouldn’t change a thing

I’d do the same old things

That caused the pain and sorrow

There is much, I’ve learned

From the Cactus

Whose thorns prick my fingers

While giving beautiful flowers

And fruits to savor

Still, I risk the wounds,

The pain

For the gifts received

Grateful for the pain

Of living

A most abundant life

©

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

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