That injured wing, still filled with the wind and lifted her,
even with pain and dried blood she was carried
soaring into the clouds, aiming for the sun
not exactly refreshed but it was working
both wings were part of her now
looking down, she refused
any sense
of despair.
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As clouds roll by in the winter sky
I wonder
I wander through the blue
searching through
so many fragments here seeking
our lost sense
our wholeness forgotten,
where will the new year
take us?
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P.S. I’m back from a holiday break.
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.”
John Muir
So where do you go for healing? Do you have a place in nature
you can retreat to? Perhaps you have a roof top garden.
Where ever you go, may you receive strength
and be refreshed!
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Note: From 2016!
After the stillness of the dark night, the cloudy sky surrenders to the dawn…..
Wait…..something or someone is nudging me….as she says:
“Sweetheart you’re dreaming poetry again…..
something about after the stillness of the dark night
the cloudy sky surrenders….to the dawn…”
As I turn over and we embrace, I mumble,
“Sorry My Love….” and we drift off
to sleep
once again.
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Note: This is fiction…..sort of.
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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Rivers Renewed 