Out of the woods

Like life unbottled
Pouring out
From underneath
A pricked little finger
And it all came here

The baby is crying
Yet all is so still
Be grateful
He says
All is here

Some things just fall,
And that’s it

The way is here
Look at it,
The way is here,
No rushing

Life is the background;
Play the fore
We are all looking for a place;
Only we can explore
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~ M. L Adams

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The one that came to see

The one that came to see
That which no one could before
All beyond the visible,
Their eyes would view instantly

Belief beyond the fore
Taking time to find much more
When searching deep inside,
Where all would come to rise;
Right before their very eyes

Calling invisible to visible,
Finding what’s inside
Where all came to rise;
In the beautiful brightness of the skies
💕

~ M. L Adams