Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
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In the clouds turning, slowly rolling in on themselves
light forms and fills
pushing away shadows,
and I realize heaven
is even closer,
than I ever dreamed.
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We cannot own love and grasp it tightly,
but we are simply filled,
allowing it to move within us,
starting as a stream moving
into the power of a river,
even filling us as an ocean
untamed,
covered
by an endless sky.
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Note: From my archives.
What would an angel say if she visited you in the middle of the night? Would she dry your eyes, and wipe your tears?
Nah, she would probably say, “What, the hell are you so afraid of? It’s time to get your boots on, and don’t forget your shield.”
“Pick up that sword you used to carry so well. You need to get your fight on hon, so let’s go!”
“You and I have some dragons to slay……”
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As sunlight pierced his shadows
he let go of a prayer
and gave it wings,
by forgiving.
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When peace calls us, in our need to pull away,
our heart will lead us
to the unseen
beyond shadows mysterious
to be filled
with spirit….. and light.
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It was windy on the beach today,
with children chasing waves,
and seagulls
ruling the skies.
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I’m not sure when we fell in love with the sound of stormtroopers boots,
or embraced the concept that strong means destroying other people,
or why we’ve always mistreated people that are brown.
Don’t let anyone fool you, even if they’re waving flags,
hatred is, and will always be unequivocally……. un-American.
Where are you Dr. King?
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Even in our brokenness, we still hold on to our hope lingering
as if hope carried sails filled with wind,
we move forward now
beginning again,
while light sparkles
on our seas.
Note: From my archives.
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Within the heart of our poetry
there is a light worth keeping,
a piece of the sun
to strengthen
and encourage.
Note: From my archives.
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Rivers Renewed 