The Thin Veil


So many scars ago, we were searching

for words,

but now that we have walked through

the thin veil of healing,

our poetry lifts us,

into the heavens.


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Spirit Free, Body Mending


As the day breaks, we awake with our spirits free,

untangling from our dreams.

Our body still mending – as we stretch,

and we realize there is still poetry

waiting for us, regardless

of our aches and pains.


As you know I love writing poetry, but as I grow older I am dealing with chronic pain now. So I will continue writing, and posting, but my presence here will be reduced.

I will be focusing more on exercise, Asian medicine (sometimes called alternative medicine) and pain management.

Thank you to everyone for reading my poetry!!

I wish everyone peace!


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We Do Eventually Become the River


When we are in our seasons of prayer,

it’s not that we are sending our hopes, our dreams

down the stream, as paper boats toppling –

fragile vessels, through the rapids.


We do eventually become the river,

sending hope

and the power of faith, surging,


with the greatest

of all oceans,



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