In our peace, our eyes fill with visions of wordflow
drawing from beyond our ownselves attached,
connected seeking the eternal.
Poems or maybe prayers
without words shaping themselves
into a beauty
we can all understand.
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I saw the sunrise on Christmas morning, and somehow…..
the world seemed a little more peaceful,
a little more hopeful…..
Amen.
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Well it is that time of year, when we rest, regroup and rewrite our own particular story.
Are you where you want to be? Is your journey reflecting who you are? I often take this time to reassess.
I will be reading, exercising, and cooking some new foods…
and spending time with family. I will be posting sometimes, and visiting your sites in a few days.
Peace and wonderful blessings!
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The strength of our poetry does not depend only
on our maneuvering of words
but the depth of our wounds,
and being filled overwhelmingly
with the healing.
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She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,
and then as she turned, and banked and even spun around twirling straight into a snow squall,
high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day! A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared……openly.
it was all about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans. She continued to twirl, banking and turning,
praising God with her wings as the snow came down heavily with the wind that never ends……
and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees……she heard a choir singing…….
Merry Christmas everyone!
If you have a different faith I’m so glad you’re here. Peace and wonderful blessings to you as well!
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And when he walked in with a bouquet of Christmas flowers,
she wrapped her arms around his neck,
placed her head on his shoulder, grateful
and they stood there for a long time holding on
silently praying for each other
and for the healing
of our nation.
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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,
coming down from the mountain
sloping, traveling down over the boulders
and into the valley,
causing young and old
to sink further down
into their blankets, as they lay sleeping,
dreaming of bells on sleighs
and gifts under the tree
for soon, it will be…..
Christmas.
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In the winter dawn, God speaks as the snow begins to fall,
and my spirit moves beyond words,
realizing I needed this moment,
this rest
as sunlight
restores the sparkle.
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The beauty of winter lives not only in the gentleness
of a morning snowfall
but in our hearts, carrying peace
considering joy,
and the spirit
of giving.
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Maybe God is preparing us for strong women leaders,
morally sound, committed
to our democracy
to our people
principles we all have
etched in our hearts,
especially when men fall
far, far astray,
following darkness
instead of the light….
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Note: I’m not advocating for Elizabeth Warren. There are many women, that would make an excellent president. Amy Klobachar?
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