Walking with the Sacred

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Oceans will hold our prayers, as we walk along the shore

breathing in the peace of rolling waves, washing us.

And forests will hold us, safely

in our weakest moments,

until we have reached the top

of the mountain,

fully aware

and confident,

having walked

with the sacred,

that yes, we can trust,

the Divine

with our future,

as we lift

our hearts to the sky.

    

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The Quiet Moments of Winter II

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As she looked out the window half asleep, she understood why

he was getting dressed, and out the door so early 

he was called with his camera

to capture the silence,

where the spirit is at rest

and the mind is in awe,

of the moment

and where God walks unseen

through the pine trees.

    

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The Quiet Moments of Winter

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I sense My Love stirring, as she reaches, pulling back the curtains

of a blue dawn, where the tree branches gently hold

the overnight snow.

She watches the doves, as I notice her face

her lips move, whispering

her prayers

I drift off, pushing away the fire

for now

but later I awaken

to the smell of turkey bacon

and her kiss

on my lips.

     

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Our Poems Ascending II

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Through the smoke and ruins of our world, words

will call us born again, with our poems ascending,

our hearts will be lifted

proving to us once and for all –

there is still some beauty

and we are still alive, ready to accept

what we used to call hope

and the spark of the living

once again.

  

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