Hope runs strong in the heart broken,
yet searching the horizon,
believing in the healing
with a measure of success,
plundering
the kingdom of despair.
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Category: beauty
The Whisper of Winter
This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,
I can barely see the mountains now
with snow clouds covering.
A light snow begins falling,
with the Earth waiting,
anticipating
the beauty of silence,
the whisper of winter.
And I smile as I walk,
having gone to the bookstore
just yesterday.
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Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!
Within the Human Heart
The peace we need so desperately in our world
begins
within the human heart,
each one of us.
Amen.
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When the Sunshine Awakens
I love when the sunshine awakens on my pillow,
nuzzling closer
whispering her dreams,
I hold on to each
sacred moment,
quietly thankful,
for my most sacred treasure
and the light
of her radiant smile.
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Winds Changing
In that day when warfare is the ruler, the sovereign thief
stealing, destroying what we do know,
our spirits will often lead us
into winds changing,
pulling us into the kingdom of blue skies,
into something new,
a sense of a spring forest
exploring, restoring and changing
who we are.
Not the wiser,
maybe not even stronger,
yet a new creation
in love with a sense of living…..
the journey
of a new adventure.
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Note: It’s ok if our faith changes due to the ruins of our lives. It’s really ok, and a very real part…… of our survival. It is ok.
Story Tellers
Every heart has a story to tell, the courage
to be beautiful in spite of it all,
the building of wings to lift
not only us but to strengthen
each one…..
have you written down
your victories yet?
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Peace is Our Strength
Waves roll with white tops cresting,
tossed by the wind
and as I stand on the shore
I realize the real battle
is within each of us
and peace is our strength,
so tangible.
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