Holding each other at the lake, I can feel you breathing My Love,
as the ripples on the water take us back in time,
when warm breezes floated gently
and we were surrounded
by a world of leaves.
Hang on My Love
winter is
almost
over.
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Soon and very soon the flowers will begin pushing, breaking the ground
and tender shoots will reach for the sun, carrying hope
moving up, opening and spreading their petals.
And I love how they are never afraid of the bees, taking
from them, nor even of cross-pollination – the invention
of something new, bold colors to inspire and make us think
mixing could help us become, even more beautiful.
Let’s hope they say a prayer for us, as we cower in our corners,
resisting the brightness of our sun, and afraid of the bees.
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When the forsythias burst forth with their color, I will be ready,
receiving their encouragement as a sign, that surely
the hard days of winter, are over
and flowers, will live again.
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As I watched the snowfall today, so gentle and quiet
the mountains were hidden, covered with the snow clouds,
and I couldn’t help but think of those
left out in the cold, so I prayed
for God to have mercy
on us all.
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My faith says you might be right, but I think I know
some of the reasons, we suffer.
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When the leaves become green again My Love, I’ll remember,
love we shared last summer, and that we will live again, yet this year
as the sun forgives us our debtors, we must walk forward
in the light, living with the fireflies.
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There is no cancer in heaven, no bad rhetoric waiting to attack,
only the humble hearts of servants filled
with encouraging words, and love
for the divine.
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There are mysteries held in the pine trees of winter, so gentle is the wind,
as branches sway confirming, the healing as we walk along
the ridge. Our spirits yielding, remembering
what we were like so long ago, a spirit free,
and a mystery holding our hearts
in the branches
of the pine trees of winter.
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“When the heart is full of love and struggling, one hint
is enough to understand each other.”
Rabindranath Tagore
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There are so many sacred moments when we first wake up My Love,
my first glimpse of your smile, your hand reaching,
gently touching my head, deep love
but silent, as we breathe in each other’s face.
And then there is the sunrise,
and knowing
we are loved.
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