Strengthened by the Peace

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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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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Running With the Wind

More than a subtle healing, autumn

has a way

of simply

taking our breath away,

strengthening our spirits

to run with the wind.

    

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We Hope to Find the Morning Light

Within our ruins, silent prayers for courage

to overcome the rubble 

to pursue the healing

even through the graveyards of betrayal

we hope

to find the morning light

while rebuking

the ghosts

of the night

still lingering.

     

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Warm Hearts on Cold Nights

Hey y’all this is a quick update from the front lines of my wife fighting cancer (for the second time).

Many of you have been asking about her, thank you! We are so wonderfully blessed by your prayers, blessings, well wishes, and positive thoughts!

She has finished the first round of treatments, and the mass in her chest (inside at the rib cage not on her chest) has become smaller! Yay!

That’s the good news. But something is still there, and only a special scan will tell us if there is still cancer.

We have to wait though because the treatments she received are still working to fight this menace.

So how do we stay very much in love with such a big challenge? To be honest it’s easy, but we do make more of an effort to be with each other. After all, in many ways love is a choice.

We talk a lot more, about everything. And sometimes we hold each other and don’t say anything at all.

Our hearts are warm on cold nights.

Just being in the moment and being together has become more valuable than ever.

My wife and I could probably write a book on love over 50, and in overcoming health issues. But that would be another post, and probably another website all together. 🙂

Thank you again! We wish you peace.

     

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The Light of the Shimmering Lake

All it takes is the light of the shimmering lake,

to wash me clean

from the scars of the city,

sensing quiet in my spirit,

restoring hope

within my vision.

    

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