Art and Soul

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As The Celtic Harp


As the celtic harp plays your favourite haunting air
My fingers softly caress your old and grey hair
Body frail and so tired you sleep
A deserved rest 82 years of love deep
Never were you more beautiful to me dear Mother

All the years pass before me
Quiet tears freely flow
I sit with you knowing
It’s not long til you go
Sweet aches of love are in my heart
For soon will come the time for us to part
And never were you more beautiful to me dear Mother

And when you leave to your heavenly place
And rest in Eternal Infinite Love’s embrace
I will play your song and somehow some way
Our souls will meet as they connect this day
And never will you be more beautiful to me my dear Mother

Sandra Hillawi 4th May 2024

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My Soul Spoke Its Gentle Presence

I sit I connect I listen....
Your words mingle with my thoughts
Your soul appears and touches mine
I smile for a moment of beauty happened

My soul spoke its gentle presence

"I am here take me with you"
Yes I reply
I am already forgiven 
For my soul knows me well

The moment dissolves unfurls 
A gentle wisp it lingers 
And then it is gone
Filed for evermore
A memory in the Book of The Soul

My gentle soul gives way
As life calls to my mind 
Until the next moment of beauty 
Might find its time to be


Sandra Hillawi
21 August 2022