In the grey flow and even darker still, hiding within the unscheduled scars, we carry the hope
of a better year. That 2021 will heal our souls
wash our nightmares away,
with that brighter sun
and sanctified rain,
we used to know.
May we be cleansed,
this year.
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The clouds spoke to me that day bringing me a peace,
and a sense of wonder,
an in filling of spirit
of what I used to know…..
as wholeness.
Healing from the sky.
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As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,
and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……
he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….
of the wind.
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As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,
in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.
I see visions of a peaceful world
of gentle moments in villages
meandering, along the river
a peace of green,
lovers undisturbed
where sky and earth embrace,
their people.
Such a long time ago.
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When he looked up, his heart was lifted,
covered in the blue sky.
And he realized it really was ok for his thoughts to be in the clouds, enjoying…
the brightness of the morning.
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Take my hand My Love, and walk with me,
where we can discover
being alive again,
among the green leaves
and vibrant colors.
Breathe My Love,
just breathe.
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On a quiet morning, with daffodils tossed in the wind,
and cherry blossoms beginning to fade,
I smell the rain coming, and search the clouds
dreaming of yesterday’s sun,
and some calming
meditation.
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Note: From our house we can usually see the rain coming our way, over the mountains, and we often smell it in the air.
Even behind our masks, we carry those wings unbroken
of hope lifting,
of untarnished strength,
and even if they should get damaged
they always grow back again.
Ain’t that amazing?
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As my spirit drifted out over the water
I realized the ocean still held so much
light and sparkle,
and in the same way the sky held
our prayers,
keeping them safe,
tucked away in the clouds.
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Sky reaching into our spirits declaring
the beauty of our world
in the simple movement
of clouds,
and birds
in the tapestry of blue.
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