It was a darker rain, and darker still
yet, it was the light in a poem
that held his thought, safely.
He refused the storm of the day
and the torture, the turning
of the night
impressed with a spark
or was it a wave
of light?
His mind did open
and he bathed
in the ocean where light began
unashamed
of his victory.
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The strength of our healing will never come from our shields,
and our bows launching
instead we will walk in a new light lifted
from the power of our flowers
and from the peace
of our streams,
flowing deep
within our spirits.
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As I sit here watching you sleep I notice how you tuck your hand under
your chin, your soft brown arm folded gently
over the white blankets
and I’m struck by your beauty again,
your sculpted face,
the cheeks I’ve kissed
so many times
and I wonder
how the heavens ever survived
after you were sent to me.
She’s coming home today!! Wahoo!
She is still recovering, with strong medication but she can recover at home.
And we are waiting for the results of a biopsy, which to be honest is scary because of the fear of cancer.
We are so grateful for all of you! Thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, encouragement, and well wishes! Your love and support have been amazing.
Thanks again, and peace to you!
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You always did give me light, from far away
as if the earth had not yet
discovered the light of love,
and yet your seasoning
as a warrior, seems
to overwhelm us
both at times,
and I can’t stand
to see your bed empty,
shedding your shadow
even though
you’re just down in X-ray.
Note: My wife is in the hospital right now with several health issues, none of them small, and all of them very difficult.
She is the bravest person I have ever met.
We would appreciate your positive thoughts and prayers. Thank you.
P.S. I will probably post from my archives this week.
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When we are talking, and I look at your hair,
the mystery deepens.
How can the world be in
a few strands, of black and grey,
with a little bit of brown?
How can one set of eyes, hold
so many answers, give so many clues,
so that the world makes sense?
I wonder,
how can skin be so soft,
so intoxicating,
so exhilarating, when I hold you?
Listening to you breathe,
hearing your heart,
50+ years, and still holding the fire,
still climbing mountains,
still conquering galaxies,
how do you do it?
May I always be worthy,
of your love.
Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015
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He wasn’t exactly sure when his song returned
but it was there now,
filling his lungs, his mind
with a sense of wonder
dancing.
Somehow sunlight
flowed again
within his spirit as if
he had been
reborn.
Note: Based on an earlier work posted April 2016
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Within the beauty of our healing
our confidence will return
strengthened
we move forward
with our spirits
embracing the light.
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The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair
the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands
in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him
pink petals floating, swirling around
their heads, landing so beautifully
so gently, barely touching
as they gave each other
their greatest gifts
their hearts,
underneath the cherry trees.
Yes, they still remember.
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When a cherry blossom stuns us with her beauty
capturing our hearts
we know the healing
is not far away.
Do you feel loved today?
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Rivers Renewed 