We Were the Spring

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My Love, when we first met we collided so beautifully, we were the spring,

pulling new life from our pain, the healing suddenly became alive for us,

and we could see for the first time. Very quickly

our hearts thundered into the steam 

of summer. Sealed now

we are forever filled

with the colors,

of each other.

      

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The Sunlight Streaming Through the Forest

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I’m ready now My Love to walk closer, to go deeper, as we watch the sunlight streaming through the forest,

absorbing the darkness surrounding the oak trees and the pines, in the coolness

of the morning.  Hold me My Love, and let’s lift up a prayer, thanking Him

for the beauty. In close, and as we touch each other’s hair

the light dances, on both of us.

      

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Our Own Wings Living in Our Hearts

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As our spring brings new life, and the poetry we so desperately needed

rises as a Phoenix, the words will surprise us, taking us,

farther than we ever could have imagined,

up and beyond, straight into the heart of God even. 

But only if we have eyes to see

our own wings

living 

in our hearts.

      

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The Sacred Moments of a Spring Morning

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As the tulips stretch, and open their petals to the morning sun

a bluebird carries small twigs, to her new found home,

while she listens to the chorus of robin song.

And tucked away in a bungalow, are an older couple

refusing to let go of the sheets, staring

in each other’ eyes, pledging themselves

all over again, as if

they had just fallen

in love.

    

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