As I walked into the woods today the light was already dancing,
filtered through the leaves,
pulling me,
pulling my spirit closer,
into the healing.
I stood for a long time
at rest, confident,
grateful even
that I was part of the earth now,
part
of the light dancing.
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Note: From my archives.
When our words are filled with light, they will go on living
beyond the page,
beyond our fears,
beyond our time even,
soaring into hope
and courage
strengthening
each other’s hearts.
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So what is our determination? To live as one nation?
Or to sleep with our assault rifles, dreaming of a time that never was, and when not everyone was truly free?
A time filled with black and white TV showing us soap commercials
and that she’s a good wife keeping his shirts clean?
Stop dreaming.
If you really want to live the 2nd Ammendment
go buy a musket.
We’ll all be safer that way.
No one needs
an assault rifle,
no one. Wake up
and smell the coffee.
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Hope seldom comes down vertically, as if falling down from above, usually hope moves along horizontally from one person,
to another, to another, to another…… as in waves moving through our oceans.
Have you encouraged someone today?
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A withered, battle scarred hand reaches into the sky hoping, praying, to find even a small portion of faith to pull down to the earth. To rebuild.
As if as an answer, tree branches part holding their pose and the sun delivers a soft warmth gently caressing our cheek.
And suddenly we know, that yes it will be alright……someday, just not quite yet……but someday……
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In the space between light and darkness,
as the dawn begins breaking,
there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,
and we still smell the smoke,
or taste the cinder ash
of our dying hearts,
may we always remember
may we hold onto that light
that promises a new day,
always.
Note: This is about overcoming sadness.
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More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding
who we truly are,
a healing balm walking,
even our spirits
within our frames
will know the answers
deep within……this……
is our peace.
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In the heat of summer, the lake often calls to artists and dreamers
in the coolness of water,
and the explosion of green.
And sometimes…. even prayers
are sculpted,
given shape, given light,
flowing through our hearts and escaping.
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Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,
as the wind gently plays with the leaves
I suddenly remember
a younger thunder
when you and I listened
to those sounds, that story
only told by summer.
So young we were back then,
yet we do
still hold hands.
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What is it we search for within the waves?
Is it simply the rhythm
of the earth washing our spirits,
or maybe a reflection
pulling from our memories within?
Mostly I think, we become……
at peace with ourselves.
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