My Faith IX

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Our prophecies and theologies don’t matter nearly as much,

as the love we carry, or don’t carry

in our hearts.

     

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As Our Children Continue to Grow

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Remembering little hands covered with dirt and loving it

I shoveled, but you guided them with tenderness, planting

flowers, tomato plants, and some herbs, your hands

covering theirs

down on our knees,

explaining the sun, brings growth

as you closed your eyes, we were silent

smelling the earth

you prayed, and we both pray now

as our children continue

to grow.

        

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Adrift

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Drifting, seagulls floating on top of the water, as the sunlight sparkles

on each rising and falling, I can feel the emensity of the ocean,

absorbing strength, I begin to focus on the endless

horizon. A prayer, and the unlimited. Perhaps

we are not that far from each other,

You and I, drifting.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies