In search of the prayer stone this morning, there were no ancient sages whispering mystical words from the dark corners of the forest.
And the sun was dull at times, as clouds ceased the calling of flowers, even their strength was diminished. Shadows prevailed.
I closed my eyes, waiting…..and then a glimpse of a word. So I decided to write a poem today…..after all.
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Sunlight brings the morning, as the earth awakens
and the depths expand
we stretch
with a sigh of relief breathing
in the peace of the moment
and our confidence
for this new day.
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She surrendered herself so completely to me, I was in awe of her humility
and I have never regretted holding her
embracing her light or being lost
in her ocean,
as we hold on
strengthening
each other.
Note: Yes I am absolutely writing of….. my wife. My Love!
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Within the expanse of our time and the light we’ve been given,
we hold in our hearts
the creating of new life.
Each day we can choose, to make a positive impact
on each other.
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When I walk this trail, as so many generations did before,
through the shadows of the pines,
over the large rocks and small,
I often think of hawks,
and shadows of wings
covering the earth
and of a people
who roamed free.
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On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,
or I can find myself again
in these mountains.
You see they have a way,
a miraculous way
of removing bitterness
and fatigue.
Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.
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Creeks swell in late spring, with a quiet strength,
longing to become rivers
guiding my spirit
to a beautiful peace.
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My friend, I know you are dwelling in the light of 1 million suns now, walking with the Savior, talking, having those conversations you always dreamed about,
but I took some pictures the other day, and thought of you as I looked through the lens. I hope you enjoy them.
And I thought of how you have encouraged us so many times when we were down, with your words of light and life, and your beautiful photographs.
Thank you my friend. We miss you….I miss you. Pray for us, those still remaining…..
And Lord God, thank You for our friend….Natalie.
Amen.
In Memory of Natalie Scarberry, a blogging friend, and source of incredible encouragement.
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Having rejected the blood of kings, and thrones, and swords called devils, he had always embraced the wind.
So he stood there, on top of the mountain with his arms outstretched and a mist in his eyes, remembering
the light he’d been given. And that his heart really could soar, in spite of the violence….. of our world.
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Some men know how to rebuke the thunder, pulling down the noise, even silencing the destruction of kings and sovereigns.
And yet they will hold you when you cry, write a poem when you’re blue, simply leaving a line or two. And some men too, know the power of flowers.
It is the strength of spirit, in a sensitive guy……
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