Memories of quiet moments drift within our depths,
whispering within our spirits,
until we draw a deeper breath,
hopeful
and strengthened by the peace
we so very much long for.
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Month: October 2018
The Light We’ve Been Given
May our hearts envision the healing of our land,
as our pens are filled
with the light
we’ve been given.
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Unity
Perhaps if we walk a little closer to the light,
we will see the path,
leading us
to unity and life.
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Writing through the Pain of Our Times
Writing through pain and tragedy is one of the most difficult things a writer can face. How much do we say or not say?
I like you, feel things deeply. And the last week has often been horrific, hasn’t it?
It would be easy for me to rant against far right extremists. They have caused so much suffering and pain.
And yet right now I am grieving, and standing with the people of Pittsburg, and the Jewish community there. I simply can’t write a poem about nature at the moment.
May the One who made us all, comfort all who are grieving.
Amen.
The flowers are for those that lost loved ones today.
This is too important of a time to be silent. I will be writing more about this historic time in the future.
We must each do what we can to make a difference.
Peace to each one.
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He was Never Alone
Standing on top of the mountain he could see so many wounds now
on the earth as if people had allowed faith
to pass through
without paying attention,
so the paths overgrown
disappeared,
though he often
respected the candles
he walked beyond what had been
letting go of tired sermons,
the worn out reaching
but he never lost himself,
instead
within the light bathing, the songs
of the leaves
the forest spoke to his heart,
that he was never
alone.
Not ever.
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We Breathe in Now
Etched within the blue, sacred moments,
as if we really belonged there
or we prayed that way
when we were young,
yet we breathe in now, the clouds
seeking safety
desperately hoping
our souls will not be counted
as spoils of war
as our democracy fades
from the trees.
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Yet Within Our Scars
Lying and fear often make difficult lovers
and even worse neighbors,
preferring themselves instead
of another,
so we pull back
our tenderness don’t we?
At least until we feel safe again
we pretend not to care.
Yet within our scars
builds a determination
or something
vaguely seeming to be hope,
so we press forward again,
straight into the wind
and then
we go vote.
Note: Please remember to vote on November 6th. We need to each do our part to help stop the madness, and strife.
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