On Our Deserted Beach

On our deserted beach My Love, we can walk unhindered

joining hands, infusing each other

with peace, the waves speaking to our hearts,

as we close our eyes

seagulls swirl above

then quietly descend,

curious

about our prayers.

     

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Spirit Poems

Our eyes do see the words forming don’t they?

birthing new vision

from the deepest parts

of our hearts,

clearly speaking a new language,

not from this world,

transported words

and a poem,

from the very strength of our spirits,

so beautifully

and wonderfully

created.

     

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Love Always Wins

Death will not speak to us, when we lift our poems,

as banners waving

in the wind,

and our words we will fling

like javelins

straight

into the heart of darkness,

the Goliath we call hate.

And in the end, we win

because love always wins.

This

is our warfare.

 

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Our Living Words

Our living words will reveal themselves

when we dwell in the depths of our hearts,

having been uncovered,

awakened really

by the power of the light.

    

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I Saw Smoke in the Valley

I was in one of my mountains, blending

so beautifully with the One,

a deep forest leading to the ridge,

but I saw smoke in the valley, and the sun

turning blood red

I prayed and I knew I could not stay,

at first I heard nothing

but the wind.

And then I heard that still small voice

saying, “Go my son,

you have brothers and sisters there –

still in the fight.”

   

Standing in the fight against hate.

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Thought for the Day

From my good friend Lionel – please see his original post. We stand together against hate.

All post for this week will be devoted to denouncing racism. “The moment we forget, we repeat.” – Lionel RACISM – prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one’s own race is superior. Synonyms: racial discrimination, racialism, racial prejudice, xenophobia, chauvinism, bigotry, casteism The belief that […]

via Thought for the day — Lionel Sneed Ministries

Three Brave Souls

Visions now of boot polish smeared,

a fast brush on leather,

ehoes of shouting, boots running, cascading down our streets,

stomping our bricks,

pounding our sanity, meanwhile

three brave souls in Virginia have perished

history haunting us, taking revenge

but may the gentle spirits – rest in peace.

I don’t really have a helmet, but I can sure make us some signs

for next time.

   

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