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“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
Allow yourself to drink in the strength
of our spring air,
and the time
for your spirit
to breathe, to become
quiet again.
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In the spirit of the mountains we are confident,
having touched the sky, we can reach
now with our own spirits reshaped,
with wings extended
our wordflow
has a stronger heart.
And our poems can live
and breathe on the earth,
and move
in a marvelous way.
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In the golden lampstands of our sacrificed dreams
we do bend the light forever
hopeful,
that at least something, some fragment
would live on,
we do want those dreams
to live on,
don’t we?
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A closer walk within the wind, discovering the pre-dawn of winter
where prayers guide us through
the stillness of trees
gifting our spirits
with a sense of quiet,
a stronger muscle,
and lungs unafraid to breathe
through all our questions.
It is winter
and our boldness will see us through.
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Every human heart longs for the flow of both peace and strength
unified,
so we can fill our wings
refusing our own rubble
completely overwhelming
the weakened ruins
of our world.
And then,
and then my friend
we will see the changes we need,
our rivers together
so glorious.
Protect your heart
until then.
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Hope ascending, as we consider
poems and prayers
and sunlight
glistening
in the clouds.
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Sometimes, I am a waterfall surging as my words overflow
into shapes only desiring
to bring a smile to her face.
And sometimes I write to her,
about her, to encourage
us both as we fight in the war,
as we barrel through
another holiday
holding on to each other
through the pain.
Note: A number of you have asked about how my wife is doing. Mostly she is doing well in spite of having cancer.
If you didn’t know this is the second time for her. We nearly lost her the first time.
The mass in her chest (not on her chest) is shrinking. Yay!
At the moment she has an infection and is on a lot of medicine, but this is not uncommon.
The toughest part of the battle is fighting – to not be afraid.
Thank you for your positive thoughts and prayers!
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