Red Shoes


Martha Martha, kicking up stones
Scuffing at the toes of her new shoes
Martha Martha, sitting in a tree
Wondering about what’s in her head

Tumble tumble thoughts like little birds
Are fluttering together in their cage
Oh my my, can’t seem to find the thread
To unravel and reveal the real me

Tired so tired what a long day its been
Busy busy nothing ever finished
Nothing seems to come to anything worthwhile wasted time and energy mispent

Perfect perfect I am the perfection
You have struggled for and never found
Still be still and see the things that matter
See the things that make a life worthwhile

You and I can do the work together
Everything will sparkle with my joy
Let me help undo your angry fists
Tell me all your worries and your fears

Stop and see the beauty all around you
If you rest the work will still get finished
Calm your mind and focus on my words
They’ll soothe your troubled soul and bring release


Martha Martha sitting in the bows
dream with me along the reedy river
Martha Martha, change the lense and focus
Let the water slip through open fingers

A kingfisher darts
In a slanting of light
The river sings quietly wending its way
A little bird calls as it feathers its nest
All is at peace all is at peace.


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