A shifting drift on the mountain ridge maneuvers
as a fresh layer of frozen white settles into the Earth.
The bluest of blue skies seems to hold in the coldness,
as chipmunks burrow
a little deeper, to escape the cold
and the watchful eyes of the hawk perched high
in the pine trees.
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When snowflakes start us dreaming,
with a softness descending
there is usually peace enfolding
before the end
of the storm.
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As I walk through the forest unseen, blending into the trees
God speaks
in the tall branches.
Usually He is very quiet
as I listen
to the silence of the leaves
in the wind.
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In our prayer flow we become the river,
infused healing
filling our words
and phrases.
Spirit poems
from hearts
renewed.
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As the sun sets, after the storm
something similar to hope
can be born,
a tangible presence
in the winter sky.
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Future generations will marvel at our survival,
how we walked through the fire,
and made it
to the other side.
Note: from the Apocalyptic Journal
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It was snowing that night the wall was completed, not many noticed, tired of the fight.
Yet some conservatives rejoiced in their victory, believing the Enemy was defeated and that they could rest in their holiness once again.
However, the angels in Texas, bowed their heads with tears in their eyes,
began praying for all those stuck inside the Fortress, for those believing that somehow,
in some way, they were righteous, and so having turned their backs
on the poor.
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A great leader is courageous yet filled with compassion, strong yet willing to yield, driven by wisdom and committed to the greater good. A person of the people, willing to sacrifice for others.
Thank you God, for the leadership of Dr. Martin Luther King.
Each year I post as a way of remembering Dr. King. Now more than ever, may we seek leaders with values like his. May we remember, and continue the work.
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Will our children enjoy the depths of the wild streams when the end of all things is completed? Yes, as the ravens guard the river flow, and as wild geese fly over.
Having been washed by the great trouble we can see now, when our tribulation will end. As cities descend into ruins, the Earth will be healed, and cover over what used to be.
And we will not only bathe in the wild streams, but a new rotation will bring a cooling, and plants will no longer be burned. Our future generations of survivors will feel safe, within their deliverance.
Note: From the Apocalyptic Journal
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Hello! Some of my blogging friends have tried something with their blogs, that I’ve decided to try as well.
Many now blog on the weekends with maybe a stop by during midweek. It was a tough decision but I will be trying the same.
I really need more time for writing, and have so many projects! For too long I have neglected putting some books together, for love poetry, nature poetry, spirit poems, and my novel I so much want to work on!
The downside to not being here as much, is I will not get to read as many of your wonderful posts! You are all wonderful artists, writers, and people!
When I took a break recently, I realized I needed more time like that. I will still be around, just at a reduced level.
I make no money from writing, but it would be so cool if I did!
I will still share the poetry I’ve been known for, and the short pieces of fiction.
Thank you for your understanding! Leave a message here if you’re looking for my email address. 😎
I wish you peace.
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