She blushed as they both looked up at the sky,
a gentle breeze touched her cheek
as she embraced
his humble strength, stunned
that he had given her everything,
his heart
simply draped,
in a poem.
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Month: October 2017
The Gift
In the yellow, the gold, and reds of autumn, we receive the gift
unwrapped, from the One
who made the leaves.
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Walking in the Autumn Wind
As the oak leaves were filled with the brightness of the sun,
the wind swayed the tops of the pine trees,
and rippled the lake, carrying our prayers
over the surface of the water.
A hawk flew over with her shadow,
circling the poplar trees,
as the fall flowers reminded us of warmer days.
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The Endless Ocean
An endless ocean awaits those who seek the sky
falling as they search for peace
spirits in fragments, and yet
holding onto their hearts
they are filled as they reach out
within the deepest parts
of who they are.
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In the Blustery Winds of Autumn
In the blustery winds of autumn, I’m often carried to the trails of the mountain,
and I often wonder what took me so long?
to find my way, to reach out
and grasp,
my healing?
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Red and Gold
The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green
simply surrenders
to the cooler air, and even mystics
can have visions
of apples cooking, sprinkled
with cinnamon.
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Our Brokenness No Longer Dances
In the stillness of the forest fog, our brokenness no longer dances,
as we absorb the silence, and the forest accepting
all of our prayers, our captivity is broken.
And our jagged edges
become smooth,
as we hear the hope
of chipmunks playing
in the leaves,
and our spirit breathes
even more
of our healing.
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Channels of Gold
The oneness of leaves moving in the wind, stirs our spirits,
drawing us even closer to the One
through channels of gold,
truly a sign
we are loved,
as prayer escapes
from our hearts.
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A Lakeside Meditation
On the surface of the lake, blue ripples carrying thoughts,
drifting beyond
what I knew back then
turning pages
of time
to the glory of sailing ships
driven hard by the wind
sword in hand
I was always a hero,
even at 7 years old,
alive
with adventure.
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The Light of Revelation
As the light breaks through the shadows of the forest,
I catch my breath
grasping the revelation, stunned
that I have never,
ever
been alone.
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