More than a subtle healing, autumn
has a way
of simply
taking our breath away,
strengthening our spirits
to run with the wind.
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Yet Within Our Scars
Lying and fear often make difficult lovers
and even worse neighbors,
preferring themselves instead
of another,
so we pull back
our tenderness don’t we?
At least until we feel safe
again we pretend not to care.
Yet within our scars
builds a determination
or something
vaguely seeming to be hope,
so we press forward again,
straight into the wind
and then
we go vote.
Note: Please remember to vote on November 6th. We need to each do our part to help stop the madness, and strife.
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Warm Hearts on Cold Nights
Hey y’all this is a quick update from the front lines of my wife fighting cancer (for the second time).
Many of you have been asking about her, thank you! We are so wonderfully blessed by your prayers, blessings, well wishes, and positive thoughts!
She has finished the first round of treatments, and the mass in her chest (inside at the rib cage not on her chest) has become smaller! Yay!
That’s the good news. But something is still there, and only a special scan will tell us if there is still cancer.
We have to wait though because the treatments she received are still working to fight this menace.
So how do we stay very much in love with such a big challenge? To be honest it’s easy, but we do make more of an effort to be with each other. After all, in many ways love is a choice.
We talk a lot more, about everything. And sometimes we hold each other and don’t say anything at all.
Our hearts are warm on cold nights.
Just being in the moment and being together has become more valuable than ever.
My wife and I could probably write a book on love over 50, and in overcoming health issues. But that would be another post, and probably another website all together. 🙂
Thank you again! We wish you peace.
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The Light of the Shimmering Lake
All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,
to wash me clean
from the scars of the city,
sensing quiet in my spirit,
restoring hope
within my vision.
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Nationalism
Nationalism has never healed anyone, and never will
seeking only division and strife,
seeking chains for children
hating the brown man
and his wife.
And global thinking is simply this:
loving your neighbor,
and loving life.
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We Hope to Find the Morning Light
Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage
to overcome the rubble
to pursue the healing
even through the graveyards of betrayal
we hope
to find the morning light
while rebuking
the ghosts
of the night
still lingering.
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Acadia
The fog hovered low that evening as he stood silently in the sand listening to the waves. The rhythm washing every scar of the day
until he needed to zip up his jacket a little higher. Rocks made smoothe though. He relit his pipe, and as he walked home he watched the sand
surround his boots and give way again and again. He pulled his hat down further due the chill, and he thought of the lamps he left on in his cottage,
and quilts hanging over chairs, and a steaming, hot cup of tea.
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