Wings Filtering Through the Trees

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Having dispelled the rain from the forest I noticed a slight wind from east and a set wings,

filtering through the trees. I never did see her, but recognized her light, with a tinge of blue.

All she said really was, “Encourage one another, that is how you win…..”

Suddenly there were only wings in my vision, and her blinding light. An angel…..

or was she an eagle after all?

        

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Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

      

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Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.

On the Third Day

20191019_103711I was in prayer on the third day having been summoned by the mountain,

I began to climb the steep path but it was nothing but rocks and pitfalls, so battered and bruised

I hurried, realizing we needed to defeat the crows, keep them from filling the pine trees,

so bluejays could build their nests……and spring would come to us this year……finally and at last.

               

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Note: The term third day here, means the third day of the week, which is Tuesday. This is fiction.

Born of Our Heartsong

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In our essence deep within, our spirit moves, shifts

our vision of who we are,

as we search for the healing

and acceptance

we have always longed for.

Wordflow begins,

something of a poem,

something of a prayer

or are they the same?

And we see poems begin,

born of our heartsong.

       

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