We Bend Our Hope Towards the Sun

We have always been strengthened by our fields of tulips blazing,

our vision restored

we bend our hope

towards the sun again.

    

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The Rebirth of the Earth

Weep not for the soil overturned,

a sweet, delicate renewal

since the most ancient of times

confirming our calling

to pick berries in the fields

we are strengthened,

we are filled

as our spirits

reconnect.

     

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Embracing the Silence

Even in the last days of winter,

in an early spring snow,

the forest will hold on to

our sacred space

a place of meditation

and prayer,

so that our spirits can embrace

the silence,

and be strengthened. 

    

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Father Sky, Mother Earth

Father Sky, Mother Earth

an eternal love,

a yearly birth.

Spring redeems

her children.

    

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I Love the Wildness in the Wind

I love the wildness in the wind, buffeting

as it roars

through the pine trees,

threatening us with snowflakes swirling,

moving the branches of the oak trees

as if to say winter never left

us at all.

I simply smile remembering

the flowers, and the light rain

that washes us,

and the brightness

of the sun that embraces us,

the new life born again, after

the wildness in the wind.

   

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Dogwoods

In the quiet of early spring, our voices will travel over the lake

as we whisper our prayers, and pronounce our dreams

believing there is a beautiful reason

God made dogwoods

and placed them

along our path.

 

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The Darker Rain

When our trauma turns our view, slanting

the sky, releasing the grey within

cracked vessels, we often listen

to the darker rain, as if

there is a deliverance

in the mist.

And yet

having survived the false prophecy,

the breakage of our story

the empty dictators

of self speak,

we discover the desire

for a simple light

and for a sky

that speaks to us,

of a new story

not quite so broken.

     

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The Last Snowflake

Only a few flakes swirl now, meandering towards the earth

as winter loses its battle, green shoots stand at attention,

while in the silence, the sun pulls away

the clouds,

and the last snowflake

melts on the petal

of a daffodil.

    

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The Hope of Spring

In the springtime we are redeemed, aren’t we? Within the warm air

a flower teaches us rebirth, and a light rain

washes us, lifting our spirits

hopeful, we look forward

to the earth infusing

our poetry,

and art.

   

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It Was Spring Now

She walked in the green fields now remembering the curves

of her hand in his, and those times he gave her

a wildflower to tuck

behind her ear,

with the smell of trees

and the beautiful deluge

of robin song,

it was spring now

and she dreamt

of smelling his neck

and the protection

of his umbrella

as they discovered the earth

all over again,

walking in the park.

     

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