Our September Prayers

Our prayers will be a little softer now, our spirits

letting go of the heat of summer

we turn instead, breathing the incense

of leaves, and the earth discovering

her own passion.

     

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When the Wind Filled My Wings

I was descending when the wind filled my wings,

eyes closed, sensing my spirit

going further than I had ever known

prayer shifting, balance

returning, but I knew the river

was never ending,

it was then my eyes filled

with tears.

I let go

of my talons.

     

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Lake Peace

I love the wind whipping, rippling the over the water

as I walk in the early autumn, searching the mountains,

the sky covering us, with clouds rolling over,

I sigh and pray, knowing the peace

even more now, and

being filled beyond

any language,

with the wind whipping, rippling

over the water.

    

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When Poems Become Our Prayers

When poems become our prayers, there’s no need to fear the darkness

or the fury of the divine, no tyrants club

will stifle our spirits, as we build

bridges to the other side.

We know light

is expanded.

     

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Thoughts About the Left

We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:

I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.

We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.

I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.

At least that’s my opinion.

      

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Beholding Their Glory

As the leaves finally surrender to the cooler air,

our hearts are lifted, our spirits soar

beholding their glory

reaching into the blue

we are infused

with their colors

so glorious.

   

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Being Held So Gently

Our light filled prayers have never been a burden,

never an amulet speaking

or religious proclamation,

more of a poem really, lifting

our heart cries, simply words

from our essence ascending,

being held so gently

floating, dancing

in the clouds.

     

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Autumns are Made for Us

 

Autumns are made for us to consider the softer

sunlight caressing the leaves, along

with the cooler air, pulling

our spirits

into the colors.

     

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Our Wedding Anniversary

Well I am just about the happiest man on the face of the earth! My wife and I are celebrating more than 30 years of our marriage! Yes!! Now we don’t give exact dates over the internet, but we are so excited I have to share this!

My wife is the one I write about, the one I dream about. Life can be horrible when terrible things happen (like cancer), but what matters now is the love we share, and the healing we give to each other!

I could not be happier, and we don’t often hear that from men, so I want to boldly declare that today.

And for our celebration, we went to Washington D.C. Our nation’s capital really is a beautiful city. I highly recommend a visit there. You will find some of the best museums in the world, including the Smithsonian, which is actually many museums.

The Smithsonian has the National Gallery of Art, the African-American Museum (brand new), the Native American Museum, the National Zoo, the Natural History Museum, and many others.

And the city is ethnically diverse. You will find some of the best ethnic restaurants in the world! My wife and I ate at an Indian restaurant which was wonderful.

I also recommend a dinner or brunch cruise on the Potomac River. There are very large cruise boats that feed you a wonderful feast, as you slowly cruise by some of the monuments of this beautiful city.

To My Love – Happy Anniversary!

     

P.S. The photographs here are from our trip. I will share more in a future post.

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Running as Free as the Wind

As quiet streams gently meander through our spirits,

a new light begins, to fill our eyes

teaching our hearts

the healing and beauty

of our deliverance

and to trust that we really can

be lifted, souls

running as free as the wind.

    

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