A poem will often carry my spirit into the mountains
where I hover
and pray over the land.
I did get glimpse once
of the healing so elusive
in our world today.
May rays of light continue
to shape our words
into prayers,
into poems
until the scars
vanish away.
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Our hearts will be strengthened in proportion to our rivers
as the sunlight confirms our calling that yes,
we can walk in the healing and give,
even more than what we need.
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Where does love dwell when shadows linger
within our frame?
Mostly within the holding moments,
the silence of embracing
and in the courage
to reach for each other’s hand
in the middle of the night,
and in the light
of your eyes My Love,
as we awake, being filled
with another sunrise.
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This is a poetry website, not a political website at all. And yet there are so many things happening in our country that are just horrendous. I often wonder what I should do, what I should say, and do I say something here? I have some very strong opinions, but do I risk ticking off conservative readers? I have struggled with what if anything I should say.
And yet the climate in our nation continues to spiral downward. True I am a poet, but I am also a citizen, and I believe I have been quiet for too long.
For example, our leaders are known now for lying, just constant lying all the time – lying. Yet our president doesn’t consider it lying, because it creates an atmosphere of “winning”. Years ago he started following a term called “exaggeration hyperbole”. Look it up, it’s in his book “The Art of the Deal”. It’s all about looking good. He considers it similar to positive thinking. But we don’t win when we lie do we? Not in the long term.
And now we have the cruelty, the barbaric treatment of people on our southern border. The America I know doesn’t hate immigrants. Unless we are Native Americans we are all immigrants in a way. Our nation was founded on immigration.
This is not a matter of liberal vs. conservative, this is a matter of right and wrong. It is an inhumane policy that rips children away from their parents. Listen, if Mrs. Trump and Laura Bush (wife of President Bush) both speak out against it – you know it’s wrong! It must stop now.
It all speaks of hatred of “the other”, and that must stop too.
I am a citizen and speaking out is my responsibility.
I wish you peace.
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In the opening of a heart moving beyond the tearing
and the scars of this world
a poem is born, beginning
to emerge
from where light lives
and hope flows gently
living, breathing into us
a stillness
we did not know before
bringing us to a place
where even the rain
can fill us with peace.
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I hid my heart in the fragrance of June
never looking back
I was stunned by her glory
while embracing the healing.
Wholeness
enfolded me.
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I actually wrote a poem today, asking
God about the rain
He wasn’t angry,
but there was more in the wind,
than simply
conversation.
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Even the sun surrenders to the night,
as young lovers dream of colors streaming
through fountains,
and ducks nestle into their feathers,
while frogs take over the serenade.
A cloudless sky prepares
for the victory of fireflies
while the lake embraces
the reflection of stars
and the moon,
those softer lights.
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Not all warriors are healed, having walked through the fire,
not all of them. It is in our spirits though where victory
is won. Only the brave can declare their freedom.
I found this post almost impossible to write. I should have written it days ago, but I did not have the words, and did not know even what my emotions were, and I still don’t. I am numb.
You see my wife has cancer again, the same one she had years ago. And this cancer has no cure. A bone marrow transplant helped her to live a lot longer than most people with this disease, and longer than doctors thought she would. She has a blood cancer, and a very tough one.
Yes, thank God she is still here on this earth. But she will have to be on chemo again, and then another, then another, until there are no more options. Right now, she is fighting some infections before she can even begin chemo.
I am right by her side. We have always been a team that cannot be broken, and we will continue to fight together. Is there any other way besides love? No, there isn’t.
We appreciate each of you, and we wish you peace.
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Rivers Renewed 