by Diane Easley
Last night, alone on the porch,
I swear I heard the deep-throated music of frogs
Keeping time with my heart
I remembered a long ago camping place by the river
Full of quiet for eons and memories for generations
The frogs sounded their song then too
Filling the night air with longing and comfort
It was magical and memorable
Me. Frogs. Night.
Communing with those who ever sat in that same spot
Contemplating the cosmos
Turning toward them now I began to smile
Oh! Cars driving by
I had mistaken a city noise
For a glimpse of grace
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I am a Life Transformation Specialist and a woman of many interests and skills. I use my deep, intuitive reserves as a base for more than 25 years of powerful healing work designed to help my clients create their own beautiful path. I provide divine inspiration coupled with practical applications to help people live the life of their dreams.
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