Showing posts with label Reflective Verse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reflective Verse. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10, 2026

The Fairy Tale Continues








Princess, Prince and Fairies with wand and pixie dust

The Fairy Tale Continues


Our dream world is made of faith, of trust,
Of Beauty and her forever love,
With glimmers rising from the pixie dust,
And happiness being blessed from above.

We wonder if forever happiness lasts,
Cinderella’s slipper continues to fit?
or they must compromise and adjust,
To Goldilocks’ middle as their life knit?

Collect every moment with love and trust,
because they are your ‘forever’ someday;
Have good and fair and what is unjust,
Accept everything that life brings our way.

Stay enchanted and let the years unfold;
For ‘forever’ is created through what we hold.







Thursday, June 25, 2026

Dreams and Mirrors

Written to the prompt Friday Writings #233: “set another goal … dream a new dream”

A minimalist line drawing of a woman archer, poised in focus, bow drawn toward a distant target—echoing the idea that not every arrow finds its mark, and not every target is worth aiming for.


C.S. Lewis reminds us that we are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. Yet age offers a companion that youth seldom values: discernment. A dream is not judged by its size alone, but by its fit. Wisdom lies not merely in dreaming, but in knowing which dreams deserve a place in our waking hours. A dreamer dreaming a dream must dream a dream that can become reality.


Dream, for dreams are worth the dream,

Yet dream the dream that fits the dream,

Not every dream is yours to dream.


Aim, but after knowing the archer well,

Target, only what is worth the target,

Not every arrow will find its mark.


Love, but weigh the love you love,

Want, but test the want you want,

Desire alone should not guide.


Spend, if spending serves the plan,

Invest, but learn before you invest,

Gold has buried many a dream.


Dream, for dreams renew the soul,

Yet dream with prudence at your side,

Dream those dreams that are part of soul.



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