A Young Species

We are a young Species.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness

of other Beings, other Humans

and strange-looking Creatures

sentient or not,

evolving fast or slow,

loving, friendly,

fearful, hostile,

appearing strange in many ways.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness

of where we live,

of Other Rooms and Spaces

Beyond the first we knew.

Some of us reach out

to touch the heavens,

eager to explore and know

The Wonders waiting Beyond

Closed Doors and Curtained Windows,

Beyond what we now see.

Some of us go deep within us

to know where our life began,

to know again The Womb of Heaven,

know again The Oneness

and The Wonder of It All.

Like young Children,

we grow in greater Awareness,

we Make Believe and Make It So

creating and co-creating

a myriad Dreams as Realities

Playing Out as we grow.

Beings of Older Ages, Other Places, watch

and sometimes even guide us

as we Play, Evolve and Grow.

December 4, 2022- Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Treasured Dream

When I was a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees,

I often awoke in my little bed

with what, to me, seemed then

a Forest of Dreams in my head.

In these, there was no room

for Tales of Fear and Doom,

for Nightmares of night and day

so many Children live even today

traumatized and brutalized,

devalued in every way.

One Dream stands out from the rest,

the Treasured Dream I love the best.

I was standing by a great Tree

grown beyond what I could see.

At its Roots I began digging deep

to find Hidden Gems of vivid colour,

all different from each other,

rough or smooth, all precious to me.

Filled with awe and wonder

of this glorious Mystery,

I found myself pondering

‘What is this mighty Tree?

What is this Treasure I have found?

What does it mean to me?’

Within my Dream I heard a sound

like the voice of a Little Child,

gentle, meek and mild

as a fresh Spring breeze

passing through Trees

to enlighten my little me-

“This is the Tree of Life.”

That Treasure is hidden everywhere,

even deep within little me.

(December 2, 2022- Shelley A. Wilson- Victoria, BC)

You Can Tell

Flowers For Children:

You Can Tell

What makes a Happy Child

or Person in Old Age?

Is it a Heart of Hate?

Is it a Mind of Rage?

Is it a Heart at Peace?

Is it a Mind at Ease?

What makes a Happy Child

or Person in Old Age?

What makes you feel Bad?

What makes you feel Glad?

What makes you feel Ill?

What makes you feel Well?

It’s so easy to tell. You can tell.

Your Heart and Mind will tell.

How does Shouting make you feel?

How does Quiet make you feel?

When you drink Clean or Dirty Water,

how does your Body feel?

When you breathe Clean or Dirty Air,

how does your Body feel?

When Others want to Hurt you,

how does your Body feel?

Your Heart and Mind will tell

when Others mean Ill or Well.

All Animals can tell

and you can tell, you can tell.

February 22, 2022

Shelley Wilson

Be Your Own Sunshine

This is the fifth poem I’ve written for children of family and friends. I’d like to make Flowers For Children a gift book for Christmas.

Flowers For Children:

Be Your Own Sunshine

You can be

your own Sunshine

on a rainy day.

You can be

your own Hero

come to save

you from dismay.

Bad and Mad

may try to hide

your Happy Sunshine,

to take your Joy away,

but you have

Secret Powers

to Light your way

both Night and Day.

Monster Fears

may try to scare you

but come what may,

your Light is strong,

as Love of Life

can win the Day.

Storms and Troubles

may circle ‘round you

to rob your Light,

your Peace and Joy,

your Right to be

your Happy Self

but you still shine

your Inner Wealth.

Shine your Light, Child,

ever brighter.

Shine on and on…

your Light is strong.

February 21, 2022

Shelley Wilson

The Quiet Place

Flowers For Children:

The Quiet Place

When angry people

make me mad

and stir up fears…

When hurtful people

make me sad

and cause me tears…

When harsh noises

feel so bad

and hurt my ears…

I find inside

the Still Place,

the Quiet Place

where I draw inside

and paint a Place

where I am Glad…

where I can be

Happy and Care Free…

a Place no one

can take from me…

a Holy Place

where I am safe…

I am in Peace

and Peace is in me…

I am in Love

and Love is in me…

I am in Joy

and Joy is in me…

I draw Peace

and Love and Joy

where they can be

as Life on Earth

was meant to be…

I carry that Place,

that Special Place

inside of me

and it carries me

through

the mad and sad

and angry World

everywhere I see…

Though I am just

a Little Child,

I know

that Place and Way

to Light-en up

my Day…

February 20, 2022

Shelley Wilson