Gloriously Me
I watch the birds in flight and feel the autumn colors
while a crisp, cool wind runs through my hair.
The brook still flows downstream before winter comes,
as the deer frolic in the woods not far away.
And all remind of why I came here today,
and why, like a child, I came out to play.
For it is in these moments that I feel most alive,
when my soul sings so free --
free to be gloriously me.
Yes, free to be gloriously me.
Bridgette Rodriguez
Copyright pending
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Reflections of My Love | 0 | 11/09/2011 |
| I Abound | 2 | 11/08/2011 |
| Don't Cry for Me | 1 | 11/05/2011 |
| Fate | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| My Mother | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Boy With No Name | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| The New Day | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| In Need | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| Taken | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Find | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Abyss | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Gloriously Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| My Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Roaring Sea | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| I Saw Him | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Life's Seasons | 1 | 11/03/2011 |
| He Speaks to Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| More Than Flight | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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